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smolla-than-a-bug · 3 years

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ain’t shit

—maliksi armanaz x reader

When he walks, you walk faster; when he talks, you talk louder; when he hits your beloved car, you hit his harder. That's just simply the way things are.

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content — nsfw, fem!reader, profanity, rivalry, enemies to lovers, drag racing, alcohol consumption, unprotected sexy time, car seggs, thigh riding, angry fucking, a bit of spanking and degradation,

notes — 5.2k words & unedited af 😩 NOW WHO WAS GONNA TELL ME MALIKSI LOOKED THIS FINE IN THE COMICS BECAUSENDMF kinda late hehe i posted ab this fic some time ago but loikee its finally here 😆

Ungodly hours of the night are usually means for a free-for-all. It's a time when most crowds of citizens and legal authorities are nowhere in sight, giving way for young adults to pluck and drop a few "Road Closed" signs to clear the streets for a bit of fun. Condominium and apartment residents should already be used to hearing the loud engines of the multiple cars as they speed past.

This scene is anything but new to him. Many a night is spent sneaking into his garage and away from responsibility, all to satisfy his cravings for a good time, escaping the inevitable stress of the bustling adult life even for just a few hours. Today had been a particularly rough day for Maliksi, so imagine his relief once the sun had completely sunken past the horizon; he had swiftly jumped into his Nissan Skyline and drove over to Mindanao Avenue in Quezon city, wads of cash prepared and stashed for the first race he could get himself in.

"Yo, Kai! Whats the hold up?" Kai was the person to know around these areas. Often did he host the races—planning the route, setting the stakes, even hosting big after-parties, and the like. If you wanted in, you go to him. Luckily, he and Mal were childhood friends. He'd gone out with Kai lots throughout his youth, spending nights with his friend and a bunch of happy strangers to escape his own family matters. It evidently was a habit he seemed to never have been able to get rid of.

Ducking down to meet his friend at his driver's side window, Kai murmured. "We're lacking a fourth." Maliksi scoffed, the corner of his lip jerking up as amusement filled him up. Kai very much expected this and good-naturedly shoved his face, then flashing him the finger when he backed away to inform the other two racers of the circumstances. "Don't let it get to your head though, you fucktard."

Ethan and Jay, from the Toyota 86 and the Nissan Evo lined up by Maliski (also good friends of his), raised their fingers as well upon seeing Kai make the gesture. Laughing, Ethan yelled, "I dunno what Kai said but I heard him call you a fucktard and I'm compelled to agree!"

Obviously, Maliksi did not listen to either of them or to Kai because why would he? It did, in fact, get to his head and he proudly put his head out the window with a chuckle to announce, "Mga duwag! You're all cowards!" What good was having a good car if you didn't put its engine to the test? If nobody was willing to step up and race him (and his friends though they're irrelevant right now), then they're all a bunch of posers. It was laughable, really.

Maliksi knows he's good. He's damn-near undefeated! He gets why people are hesitant to even try racing him in his Skyline, and a good chunk of him shamelessly relishes in that fact, but he's itching to take the edge off. In a race. Right now.

"I'll join," an engine revs from the back. The sea of drag race enthusiasts parts as a glowing Mazda Miata rolls up from behind with its soft top folded down into a convertible, revealing you manning the wheel in the driver's seat. "But on one condition." You smirk.

Maliksi scowls. “Why don’t you go get a manicure instead, little girl?” He’d easily prefer anyone else over you.

He goes to be ignored by you as you continue to speak, already having gained the audience's attention. "Raise the stakes." The crowd 'ooh's, interest increasing as they feel the growing tension.

Kai personally finds the situation hilarious. The long-time rivalry between his two friends was often a subject of his humor, from their childhood and into adulthood. He couldn't quite grasp how two people could have known each other for as long as you two did and still never manage to get along. You'd both always made it out to be your dying wish to best one another at every single thing, starting from 'Who could cry the loudest?' to 'Who had the most toys?' to 'Who had the better grades?' and to 'Who was the better racer?'.

Though your never-ending quarrel was childish to say the least, Kai enabled it further, if only to see the contorted expression on Maliksi's face, which in his opinion made the guy look like he was constipated. "Raise the stakes, you say? How much?"

There was no hesitation on your part when you said to "Double it."

"Damn, she's really going for it, huh?" Jay pipes up, already pulling up notes to add on to the wager.

Distant whooping in the crowd tickled Maliksi deep inside his ear, he swears he felt a muscle twitch. People only did that when they're sure they'd win. How fucking dare you belittle him?

“Fucking bitch…”

"Well, boys," Kai claps, stepping in before a brawl had a chance to break out, "ya'll heard her!" He stopped by the three cars before yours, collecting the amounts. Maliksi aggressively thrusts his bills onto his friend’s hand.

Your eyes linger on his menacing snarl. "Scared to lose, pussy boy?"

Kai grins to himself when you nonchalantly pass him a bundle of cash with the fixed amount.

Maliksi was getting more and more agitated by the minute. The clenching in the middle of his chest told him that your presence alone was enough to tick him off, and intervening to insert yourself into a race that wasn't even supposed to involve you in the first place definitely increased his annoyance tenfold. He's sure that was your goal in the first place. After all, you always seemed to make it your personal vendetta to rain hellfire on him. He'd simply have to reverse the situation and clap back, he thought bitterly. A hundred consecutive "fuck you"s meant against you circled his mind as he gripped the steering wheel tighter.

A skinny pair of arms rested on his rolled down window. He could not, for the life of him, recall the name of its pretty owner.

"Hey," the girl nodded, twirling a lock of her long blonde hair. Flirty eyes gazed up at Maliksi. Julia, maybe? Or was it Rosie? "If you win," she eyed him, using her slender hands to push up her breasts, "these are all yours."

Maliksi licked his lips while keeping his focus solely trained on the girl's plunging assets. She winked as she backed into the crowd.

"Gross."

But of course, you had to ruin it for him right away, not that it's anything new to either of you. You always do this. He couldn't understand why you couldn't ever keep your nose out of his business. (Granted, he does the same thing back to you, but that's only because you do it first!) Either way, Maliksi's mood has once again been soiled. "You're just mad you don't get bitches."

You laugh. "Says who?"

This irks him. He gives up on responding and merely mutters a disgruntled "whatever," fully intent on ignoring your existence as a whole until he wins the race for himself. That'll show you, he thinks.

Thankfully, Kai finally announced at that point that everything was set to go, outlining the route for the racers to take. The same girl from before struts past the finish line, swaying her hips as she counts down. She raises one arm. "Ready..."

She smirks to herself as the masses watch in heated anticipation. She raises her other arm. "Set..."

The roaring of all four vehicles' engines pile onto one another as a means to establish intimidation, though as it isn't Maliksi's first time racing any of you, the intimidation tactic doesn't work as well as it would have the first time. Now, it was just a means to show off and conduct a challenge. Really, the only competition in this race is you—he did use the words 'damn-near unbeatable' to describe himself.

The girl catches Maliksi's eyes and smirks to herself. With a dramatic release of her arms, she yells "Go!" immediately followed by the four of you speeding down the wide, empty road.

Kai had stated, in detail, every straight and turn they needed to take in order to get back to the finish line, which would be the same point they started in though coming from the other direction as opposed to the way they took off. The first half of the race was no problem for Maliksi. He quickly overtook both Ethan and Jay, whooping when he saw them two clamoring in his rearview mirror. Despite that, you'd been neck-and-neck with him throughout the entirety of the drive, which meant that he could not afford to be slacking off at any point whatsoever.

It seemed that he couldn't shake you off no matter how hard he tried. Sometimes he'd think he's finally going to overtake you, but then you pull some trick out of your sleeve and accelerate slightly past him to match his speed. At one point, you managed to cut past him a little too much for his liking, and he cursed before desperately digging his foot onto the gas pedal, colliding with the side of your bumper.

He was sure he heard you, in a fit of rage, exclaim a distant yet sharp "Motherfucker!" at the dirty move he pulled. His insides flutter. He let himself grin evilly.

Curves and turns were tricky. Those areas gave you an opening to widen the gap between your cars, not that Maliksi would willingly allow you to. He'd rather die than have you beat him again. Maybe that was an over-exaggeration on his part, but he stands with it regardless.

At last, Maliksi had reached the final point of the race. After this next turn was home stretch. He didn't need to worry about his two friends who were lagging from behind both you and himself. All he had to do was make sure you weren't able to slip through the corner, which was easier said than done.

He tried to keep the side of his car as close to the curb as possible as he neared the sharp turn, so that you would not have any window to push through. What he didn't expect, however, was how vengeful you'd become since he hit your car earlier. Because of that, you'd managed the balls to speed up and cut across Maliksi's own car, pushing him against the curb and causing him to swerve off-road in a moment of panic, all to make way for you to completely leave him in the dust with the aid of your nitrous tanks.

Maliksi blurred past the finish line a little after you did.

To say you were overjoyed at having beat your childhood enemy at yet another street race would be an understatement. You threw your head back, laughing without a care in the world as you slowed down to a stop. He wanted to play dirty, and you simply responded accordingly. You were pretty proud of the stunt you pulled despite the danger you'd put yourselves into just to go through with it.

Truth be told, you didn't have a solid reason to back up half the things you did out of pure spite, but you guess it's just always been that way between the two of you. When he walks, you walk faster; when he talks, you talk louder; when he hits your beloved car, you hit his harder. That's just simply the way things are. Frankly, it was pretty amusing too, the way he'd blow a fuse every single damn time. The way he's just so affected by every single thing you do satisfied you to no end. Tonight was a little more daring than you'd like to admit, but it was worth it, you reason. You won this race fair and square.

People mobbed around you, yelling "Congratulations!" and patting you on the back for your victory. It was more hyped up than usual, and the regular crowd was already chaotic to begin with, but everyone knew that any competition between you and a certain tikbalang was something you just have to be there for—something it would be a pity to miss entirely.

A car door slams behind you, followed by heavy stomps. The crowd parts for the co-star of your reality show. The real spectacle begins now.

Maliksi points an angry, thick finger at you. "You almost killed me back there! Are you out of your fucking mind?!"

You scoff. The only rule of street racing is that there are no rules. Once you're in the field, it's free real estate. Driving way, way past any speed limit on a public road is already a danger in itself, and even more so when side-by-side competition is brought in. In short, drag racing is no sport for the feeble minded or uptight; drag racers are risk-takers, unafraid to challenge the face of risks. It makes for the thrilling experience you get in the end. "The keyword there is almost. You got out alive didn't you?" You fold your arms, a smug curl of your lip takes its place. "You knew what you were getting into, and by the way, you hit me first."

"I barely grazed you!"

"You're a damn sore loser, you know that?"

Kai comes up from behind Maliksi and claps his hand on his shoulder. "Let it go, man." Maliksi shoves him away, practically steaming from his ears, and walks off. The audience disperses into smaller groups. Kai shrugs, handing your earnings from the race over to you and winking before turning around to find his hotheaded friend.

Despite the short argument that took place, it was clear you won the spat. Your expression fades into neutrality. There goes your fun for the night, you guess. Standing in the midst of mingling people, you look a little lost now that you had nothing to do, though you'd all have to leave soon either way—before the cops show up and put your fates up to chance. So you do.

But you're not ready to end the night just yet. You're sure that Kai's throwing an after-party at his place, and you don't even think twice before racing to that direction.

Your sworn enemy will be there, you're sure. The mere thought has you slightly brightening up, excited about the more ways you can piss him off. He seemed to be in an especially bad mood tonight, so it shouldn't be that hard.

Upon arrival at Kai's, you were greeted with everyone high-fiving you, whooping and congratulating you again for tonight's victory. Within these parts, you knew everyone and everyone knew you. It was rare to see any newcomers.

Ethan spotted you from the beer pong table and raised his red cup at you with a big, loopy grin. "Heeyyy!!" He exchanged a few words with the other players before hopping over to you and swinging a lanky arm around you. "Here she is! The woman of the night!"

"Ethan, shut the fuck up!"

"Jesus fuckin' christ," he shook his head, whipping around to try to find the owner of the voice that spoke up. Unsuccessful in his mission, he merely screamed at no one in particular, "Fuck you!"

You laughed at his antics, years of your friendship flashing in your mind of similar scenarios like this one. He hasn't changed one bit.

"Hey, you want a drink?"

"Sure."

Your friend led you to the kitchen, where all the alcohol was kept. He cracked you open a beer.

You brought it up to your lips, about to take a sip, when you spotted Maliksi from the other room. At that, you stole a shot from the hand of the girl walking past you and downed it yourself, handing it back to her with an apology upon recognizing her face.

Ethan cracks up beside you. "You hate 'im that much?"

"He's just so fucking annoying, ya feel?"

He doesn't seem to find meaning in your words though he nods along absentmindedly. You don't have it in you to solidify your statement. Everything you tell him now will go in one ear and out the other.

You take a peek at Maliksi again, just in time to see him getting slapped and rejected by a tall bimbo you think goes by Natalie. You snort before finally taking a swig from your beer.

"He's not having a very good night is he?"

A glance over your shoulder introduced a built, handsome man. The deep baritone of his voice sent a cool sensation down your spine. His simple sweats and black T-shirt that hugged the curvature of his muscles snuggly caught your eye more than you liked to admit, but it was his lazy smirk and fluffy hair with strands that fell over his eyes that drew you in. All your previous plans of poking sticks at a tikbalang instantly left your agenda.

Adjusting your footing so your body language as you stood appeared to be more open to him, you smile. "No, he isn't, actually."

He put his hand in his pocket and stepped over to stand beside you, craning his body and putting his free arm out for a handshake. "I'm Iñigo. You can call me Iñigo."

You firmly clasp his hand in yours. "Y/N. Nice to meet you."

"Y/N..." he seemed to ponder. The way your name rolled off his tongue gave you butterflies. "As in the Y/N that beat my cousin over there and got him all moody?"

Your smile faltered. "Your... cousin?"

Iñigo laughed, still not letting go of your hand. "Unfortunately, yeah. Hey, you're practically well known in the family, did you know? Whenever the guy's grumpy, it's somehow always your doing, apparently."

Your expression began appearing more strained the longer he spoke. No, you didn't know your enemy's entire family was aware of your existence. "Um," you slowly pulled your hand away.

"I think you're a legend."

Now that caught your attention. "A legend?"

"Yeah, man, someone needs to put my cousin in his place, you know what I'm sayin'?"

Never mind, yeah maybe you do like this guy.

Conversation flowed easily between you two. He was polite, laid back, and he paid attention to what you had to say. You quickly found out that he had just come back from abroad, which would explain why you've never seen him around before. He was only here to visit his family for a while. And with a few hints and suggestive eye-contact, you gathered that he was looking for someone to spend the night with. That, you could willingly give him.

You don't notice the pair of eyes glaring at you from another side of the room.

"Hey, you want another drink?" Iñigo asks, noticing your empty bottle. When you nod, he quickly offers to go get one for you, glancing down at you as his tongue darts out to lick his lips. You let him without thinking, and you scroll through your phone for a bit while you wait.

A tight grip on your forearm dragging you through the house startles you, and you try to yank your arm back, unable to see amidst the crowd who it was leading you god knows where. The perpetrator turns his head back to tell you to stop fighting him. One look was all it took for you to grow still.

Maliksi practically had flames in his eyes as he met yours. What was up with him, you didn't know, but you were pretty sure it had something to do with either the race or his cousin. For what reason you could only assume was dumb, but you did want to know what his deal was.

Once you made it outside, you yanked your arm again. This time, he let go. "The fuck is wrong with you? Couldn't you see I was waiting on someone back there?"

"We're leaving. You shouldn't be accepting drinks from strangers—you should know that."

"We? There is no 'we'. Iñigo's not a stranger, dipshit. And he's your cousin! You don't trust your own cousin?"

Maliksi clenches his jaw. "Still. You literally just met him."

"Tch," you scoff, looking away in disbelief. "I don't see how it's any of your fucking business."

"It's my fucking business because he's my fucking cousin."

"But it's my life! It's none of your fucking business who I wanna fuck!"

"You were gonna fuck him?"

"Why the fuck do you care? Hell, you don't even like me!"

"You were gonna fuck him?!"

"Yeah, and? What about it?!"

You were so irritated with him. It wasn't his right to dictate who you could and couldn't spend your nightly endeavors with. Literally, he is the last person to judge you. It's not like you're close.

At this point, Maliksi had advanced towards you. He had you backed up against his car, and his face was all up in yours. It didn't take much for you to notice the vein popping out his forehead.

You don't notice your close proximity, breaths fanning over one another's face, until you think you see his irises flicker down to your lips, but you swear you're hallucinating. You haven't had much to drink, though, which was odd. Still, neither of you moved an inch.

Suddenly, Maliksi grabs the back of your neck and forces his lips onto yours.

You're too stunned to respond. Your eyes are wide open in shock, staring at Maliksi, your supposed lifelong enemy, who was supposed to despise you with all his being.

Noticing your lack of reciprocation, he pulls away, an apology on the tip of his tongue, but he never had the chance to say anything as you harshly shove his chest before getting into the passenger's side of his car.

You use those few seconds of Maliksi walking his way round to the other side to think. What in the fuck were you doing?

In the moment itself, you couldn't process anything, but now that you had a few seconds of silence, you were able to think about it.

You hated him, you reminded yourself. You hate him. He hates you. It's always been that way between you. There's absolutely no way he kissed you on purpose, and sober at that! But then again, you don't recall seeing him drinking during the party. Maybe you just didn't see him. There was just no fucking way.

But oddly enough, it felt... nice. It irked you slightly to admit it, even just to yourself, but you did like it. Despite it having been a presumably unruly sight, the feel of his thick arms and big body encasing you, hands roaming all over you, was somehow getting your underwear soaked.

It was then you decided. If he had the audacity to ruin what was supposed to be your one night stand with his cousin, then you could have him instead, you guess. It can't be that bad. After all, you know what they say about tikbalangs and their... size.

You snap out of your thoughts when you hear the driver's side door click shut. Your stare at the growing tent in Maliksi's pants. He goes to start the engine, but before he can, you're already pulling him towards you, trapping his plump lower lip between yours. He instantly opens his mouth for you, cupping your face in his warm hands.

It's angry, rough, and messy. Both of your tongues tangle and clash until saliva drips down your chins.

You're impatient. You climb over the compartment between your seats, hissing as you feel the gearshift brush against your clothed pussy before plopping on Maliksi's lap fully. “I fucking hate you.”

“Yeah? Fuck you.”

He tries to lean back and give you space, but the car horn sounds when your back pushes against it. "Dumb fuck," you mutter, arching backward to reach down the front of his chair so you could adjust the seat.

This gave Maliksi the perfect view of your body, and he took it as an opportunity to rake his eyes all over you, letting his hands and lips roam and mark you up.

Heavy pants fill the small space. You press your front against his as he attacks your neck, stretching the fabric around your neckline to the side to give him access, which is definitely going to destroy your shirt. You violently push his head away, and you're met with Maliksi's scowl. The emotions you feel from his expression, especially with the lusty glare in his eyes, go straight down to your core. You messily pull your top over your head. "You're fucking ruining my shirt."

You nearly ripped down the front of his shirt, yanking the buttons open and exposing his glistening, godly torso, rising and falling intensely with each heavy breath he takes. Your lips attach onto his body, kissing him, biting him, marking him everywhere you could reach. Your palms run down his sweaty, firm pecs and abs as he leans his head back against the headrest, groaning. "And you fucking ruined mine."

"Shut up," you mumble, lips still exploring his chest as you roughly grab his bulge in his pants and he jolts. You yelp when he yanks you back by your hair.

There is no shame preset in you as you stare him down with a knowing look. The more you look at things between you as a competition, the better it gets. He glares at you and you glare back just as fiercely. The way he's looking at you, face almost red with his repressed rage has you giddily anticipating what his next move is. A few seconds pass and neither of you give up on your heated stare-down until you're too impatient and take initiative by yourself, grabbing his jaw and clashing your lips together for a messy battle between tongues.

Maliksi's jeans rub against your clothed sex and you moan in his mouth, subtly trying to press down harder against his hard thigh. You spread your legs a little further, perfectly slotting his thigh between yours, giving you just the right angle to grind your hips and drag your pussy across his firm quads.

You whimper when he flexes his thigh and presses it upward. “Fuck.”

"You like that, slut?" He does it again, and you pull away from his lips to whimper again. He attaches his mouth onto the juncture between your neck and shoulder instead. "Ride my thigh till you cum," he all but commands, slapping your ass as he bounces his leg up once, drawing a yelp out of you.

You shamelessly hump his clothed leg until you feel the familiar coil in your stomach. Maliksi helps you reach it with his head buried in your chest, fondling your breasts and slobbering over them to his heart's content. Your body stutters as you let yourself go, stilling in Maliksi's hold while you come undone, but he still hasn't stopped worshipping your chest.

You push him back, trying to catch your breath as you wipe the sweat off your forehead with your arm.

"Mal," you pant, pushing a hand on his lower abdomen to support yourself as you find his fly with your other hand. You eye the little wet spot on the tent in his jeans with so much focus that you don't notice how he tenses under your touch. "Mal, fuck, I need you in me. Now."

His breaths are uneven as you unzip his pants and pull out his hard, girthy cock, undressing your bottom half and raising your hips so you could line align it with your entrance.

You don't notice the troubled look on Maliksi's face, trying to comprehend how you're literally glowing in his eyes. Your concentrated expression arouses him more than it should, especially with how all your attention is focused on his cock—his ultimate glory and pride. His eyes are wide and unfocused, he doesn't realize when you've sunken yourself on him, and he almost chokes.

“Ohh, shit.”

You let out a sigh when he's finally fully sheathed in you. You begin to move, raising your hips upward, almost pulling him out fully, and then sliding back down. Satisfaction and pleasure consumes you, and you're bound to maintain those sensations. Maliksi lets his head fall back with his mouth hung wide open, holding your thighs and letting you do the work for now.

When you finally take your eyes off of your connected bodies, you notice how Maliksi is gaping like a fish, head lolling to the side, staring at the ceiling with his eyes glazed over, and little groans escaping him. You wonder for a bit before resting your palm on his abs, feeling his muscles flex under your touch. "You whore," you smile.

You start to pick up the pace, bouncing faster. Your eyebrows scrunch in both pleasure and frustration. You're desperate to keep going, but you're getting tired. Your legs are starting to ache.

That's when Maliksi decides that's enough and slightly lifts you up by digging his fingers into your ass, opting to thrust into you from beneath instead. Instantly, you're taken by surprise at his sudden movement. You feel like you can't breathe, and you gasp for air. He spanks your ass twice. You don't want him to stop.

When you look at him again, you notice he's conflicted. His eyes are travelling everywhere, not knowing where to lock them. They flit between your face, your bouncing tits, and the white ring of cream formed around the base of his cock. You decide to help him by letting him look at neither of those things.

You cup his jaw, tilting it up so you can nip at his neck from the side, scratching down his torso with the nails of your other hand. Your naked top presses against his as you grind down, while he pushes up. He whispers your name every now and then. His groans are louder to you as his mouth is close to your ear. He's forced to look up at his car's ceiling—up at nothing—as he fucks into you. You feel him twitch and your walls clench.

"Shit... Cum in me," you mewl between moans.

Maliksi's breath catches in his throat, the tempo of his hips spluttering for a second. "Motherff— you sure?"

You can only nod against his skin, wrapping your arms around his neck and holding on for dear life as you feel yourself needing to cum once again as he abuses your g-spot.

It seems like you're both holding out for one another, waiting for each other to cum first. You stubbornly hold your ground, constantly feeling like you can't wait any longer, but spite fueled you to push through despite the overwhelming electricity shooting up and all over your body. You were holding back tears as you waited for Maliksi to let himself go first.

Fortunately, your efforts didn't go to waste because the moment you ground your hips against his and clenched your pussy at the exact time he pumped up, he swore, "Fuck!" and came in thick ropes, painting your walls white with his name, hips faltering and thighs aching as he weakly attempted to roll his pelvis against yours. You came right after, seeing bright flashes of different colors before slumping your body on his, fighting the pull of unconsciousness.

Your chests rise and fall in synchronzation as you attempt to even out your breathing. You reach towards the floor for your discarded top. Maliksi breaks the silence first. “So," he clears his voice. "Same time next week?”

“Fuck you.”

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thera-daydreams · 3 years

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PLUS ONE

》 A TRESE TWOSHOT 《

[Maliksi x Reader]

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

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

(word count: 7,454) ♥︎ Part Two: ?

》 AUTHOR'S NOTE 《

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Go on."

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

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

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

"Uh-huh."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Heh. Whatever you want to think."

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

It Was Always You by Maroon 5.

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

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

Best Friend by Rex Orange County.

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

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

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

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

》》》

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Shhh! Baka marinig ka, 'nyeta."

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

"Oh my God..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ge. Without question."

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

"O, iha, single ka pa ba?"

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

"Do you want kids? How many?"

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

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

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

"You okay there?" he asked, grinning.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

》》》

"Smile for the picture!"

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

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

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

"Weird. Maybe it was just the wind."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

》》》

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh fuck," you cursed quietly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

《《《

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

"Do we have a deal?"

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

"Good. Thanks."

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

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

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

》》》

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

《《《

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

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

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

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

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

"Deal!" they exclaimed excitedly.

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

Maliksi hummed, "Basta."

》》》

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

That someone being you. Most likely.

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

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

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

Ah, what a wonderful evening.

Sike!

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

... Wait, leaves and flowers?

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

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

What just happened?

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

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

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

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

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

"Ready na ready!"

"Single gentlemen, are you ready?!"

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

"3, 2, 1, go!"

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

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

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

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

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

Son of a—

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What is it?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Higher! That's an order!"

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

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

"Higher! Higher!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Mal?" you finally spoke up.

"... Hmm?"

"Ano tayo?"

"Whatever you want us to be."

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

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

"Yes. I do."

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

"..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ah." He swayed you gently.

"Lahat ng ito, plano mo?"

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

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

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

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

"Wha—"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You're missing one more title."

"Hm? What do you mean, Mal?"

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

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

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

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

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

Maybe being spontaneous wasn't so bad after all.

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y0shitan · 3 years

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I'll make you a slave for my love

Pairings: Maliksi x Reader, implied Dominic x Reader

We are open for request! Don't hesitate to leave down an ask or message me. Let me know if you want to see part two 👀 This isn't a Maliksi centralized fan fiction, may iba pa tayong pairings <3

“Anak, why are you frowning so much?” The elderly woman asked her daughter who was sitting on the balcony while cradling a bottle of whiskey, the same one that her late husband loved so much. “Is it that time again, hija? Sabi ko naman sayo, you have to let it go already. Walang mabuti idudulot sayo ang pagalala sa nakaraan.”

But the younger woman simply scoffed as she took a swig from the bottle, the memories from her childhood resurfacing. “Palibhasa madali para sa inyo sabihin, Mama.” She bitterly responded. It’s not like she wanted to remember their gruesome past, the one that kept her haunted, the one that kept her awake late at night.

“It was never easy, anak and I wish I could have done more. And for a fact, I know that your papa would say that as well.”

Cynthia felt her poor heart break when her child glared at her direction before standing up and walking away; the ghost of the old woman knew that her child would find another bar to drink her sorrows away and she wouldn’t be able to do anything to help seeing she was already dead and has been evading the emissary of death that was supposed to guide her to the afterlife.

Besides she couldn’t bear to depart and leave her only child, not now, not when she knows her daughter needs her the most.

However the world isn’t always kind, no matter how beautiful and innocent it claims itself to be. It continues to take and take things without fear for it controls the balance in life, a balance so fragile that it’s own occupants have taken advantage of.

“Papa? I’m scared.” A child, no older than 6 years old whimpers as she clutches the shirt of the older man that was caught by surprise. “Of what, anak? There’s nothing there naman. Wala kang dapat katakutan atsaka nandito naman ang Papa para protektahan ang nagi-isang prinsesa namin.”

“Of the black-eyed man staring at us.”

“Mama? Nandito na po ako.” She calls out soberly, regretting how poorly she acted towards her own mother, however the young (L/N) had noticed that the house was eerily silent and freezingly cold despite the heater left on. She frantically searched the whole house while screaming ‘Mama, asaan ka? Mama, magpakita ka na po!’ but the spirit of her mother was no longer there.

Leaving her heart broken, crying out pathetically as she fell down on to her knees. “Mama, I’m scared. Come back.”

5 years have passed and things have been going so well so far, but the (h/c) haired woman knew that it was only because of the deal she had made a few months after her mother’s soul finally passed leaving her to her own devices but then again, would it be considered a deal if she offered a platonic bond that she couldn’t break? Maybe, so.

“Uy! (Y/N), ba’t parang ang aga natin ngayon ah.” A familiar masculine voice greeted the last (L/N) that was leaning against their newest car, a glossy yellow Lotus Elise with stripes on the hood of the car. Steven is one of the drag race coordinators that soon became the girl’s most trusted friend when she was still a starter. “Why not? Sabi nila may bagong sali sa laro. Can’t have them dethroning me now, could I?” She teasingly asked as she played with keys to her car.

It’s been awhile since the woman had any free time, she was often kept late at night working out the papers being submitted by the lower ranking officers of the precinct that she was assigned to but somehow that wasn’t the only thing she was busy with however that’s a story for another time.

“Bago nga siya pero he chooses kung sino ba yung worthy opponent. Paano kapag they don’t see you as a good competition?”

Y/N clicks her tongue as she crosses her arms against her chest, “Ako? Unworthy of being a competition? Aba, they would be underestimating me kung ganon.” She pointed out with venom dripping down her tone. As her eyes darken at the mere idea of being looked down by the people around her.

As if on cue, they hear an engine revving up as it comes closer towards their direction.

“Go ahead wonder boy, tapusin mo na yung pag re-register sa mga gustong sumali. Just remember the first round is mine.”

“Hayan ka na naman. You always get angry for misunderstanding the situation. Just remember ayoko ng away dito or I’ll have you banned again along with your crew.”

The (h/c) haired woman stuck her tongue out childishly while pulling her eyelid down, “Whatever, wonder boy! Pareho naman natin alam na you wouldn’t do that kasi I’m one of the highlights of your show.” She pointed out with an eat-shitting grin causing her friend to sigh while massaging their temple, “Ewan ko sa’yo. Good luck na lang, tanginamo ka.” He replied, making the female racer laugh while waving him off.

And once Steven started to walk away from her, a cobalt blue car parked beside her precious Lotus car. “Do you want to race?” The owner of the car spoke making Y/N look at the who was driving the car rather than the car itself. His voice was cool and rather smooth, she notes to herself “As long as you can keep up, pretty boy.” She cheekily replied.

“I’m guessing you’re the bastard who beat down my friends sa karera? What’s your name ba? After all, I have to remember the name of the guy I’m going to beat.”

The guy laughs dryly at her comment, as he glances at her with a bored expression. “I’m Maliksi, little lady pero sabihin mo nga sakin. Paano mo nasabi that you can win against me?”

She stares at him straight in the eye making him feel a shiver run down his spine, she smiles wickedly towards his direction while her eyes seem to glow. “Kasi I take challenges seriously, pretty boy. Now let’s make a bet shall we?”

Maliksi couldn’t help but become excited, a playful smirk painted among his sculpted face. Something was slowly driving him wild, he wasn’t sure if it was his animal instinct, or the woman that was challenging him. “So anong prinoprose mo kung mananalo ka?” He asked. “That’s for me to know and you to figure it out pero what ‘bout you? Anong gusto mo.”

“If I win, you’d go on a date with me.”

Was she expecting that? No, she didn’t. It takes her back to the days where she played poker with a self proclaimed prince. He was a bastard in her eyes, but she can’t deny the fact that he looked absolutely stunning especially when he sports a crop top jacket and a pair of jeans showcasing his well built body.

God, why does she keep on meeting these kinds of people? “Only if you win, Maliksi. Baka mapahiya ka lang if you couldn’t even beat me.”

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x-infernhoes-x · 3 years

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Trese x Reader- Married Life [DRABBLE]

Married Life

Trese x Reader

Warnings: None

Genre: Fluff, Domestic Life

Description: Please enjoy this little fic I’ve prepared for you all :)

The early morning light shone through the curtains of you and your husband’s shared bedroom. Today happened to be a special day and you’ve decided to wake up before he had the chance, rolling over to your side to check if he was still asleep, your prediction was correct and that he was still sleeping like a log, the covers drawn over to his head to block the early morning light. Smiling to yourself, you quietly got yourself out of the bed before heading downstairs to prepare breakfast.

You’ve been married to your husband for at least 5 or more years now and in those years, both of you were happy and content with how your life is with him. Both you and he had stable jobs that paid well and both of you never argued, yes even during the times you were both dating or the times you and he were friends, it was always perfect. Humming to yourself, you then went over to the radio to listen to the morning news, preparing your special breakfast for your beloved. As your thoughts began to travel back to the time you had gotten married down to the little moments you shared with him.

Ah, speak of the devil.

Hearing the familiar footfalls of your dear husband, you smiled to yourself as you turned to face him, a bright smile on your face, setting the fried eggs into both of your plates set upon the dinner table before putting the frying pan into the sink. “Magandang umaga, mahal. I made us some breakfast!” You would say to him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders which he gladly reciprocated despite his sleepy state, his lips placing a loving kiss upon your nose, arms loosely wrapped around your waist, a sleepy smile gracing his features as you looked into his dark eyes full of love, your hands gently playing with his silken locks. “Magandang umaga din sa iyo, mahal. Bakit ang aga mong nagising ngayong araw?” Your husband questioned, head slightly tilted to the side as you responded with a giggle.

“Well, today happens to be our wedding anniversary and I wanted to do something special for us!” You would reply happily, gently tapping the nose of your surprised husband who could only roll his eyes at you rather lovingly before sitting down to eat his breakfast while you finished up the last of your cooking. It was his favorite and it was served on a silver platter covered by a lid, hiding it behind you. “Mahal, can we take a picture together? Please? It’s not always we get to have our picture together!” You spoke, gesturing to the camera you had set in the living room, just adjacent to the kitchen. Your husband seemed to think this through for a moment before agreeing to your wishes as he stood right before the camera while you set the silver plater on his side of the table. Going over to the camera, you quickly set the timer to 5 seconds before quickly rushing to the side of your loving husband, the two sporting picture-perfect and bright smiles that could rival the sun as the camera went off.

“Gusto kong makita yung picture natin, mahal.” Your husband would speak from behind you as you waited for the image to finish printing itself as you spoke playfully, “Patience is a virtue, love. Now sit down because I have another surprise for you!” Of course, your husband could do nothing but to oblige to your wishes, quickly sitting down as he took note of the silver plater before him, a grin spreading across his lips, “Is this what I think it is?” He would inquire, his tone was eager as he glanced at you from the side, your eyes shining with delight as you nodded. “Yes, yes, now open it!”

Just as you had said so your loving husband then lift the lid to reveal the special dish—a pie made out of human hearts. Normally, a normal person would scream out of horror and disgust at what you had just done but not your husband. He was extremely overjoyed at this as you sashayed over to his open arms just to kiss him, the photo from your pocket falling as you spoke, “Happy anniversary, babe! I love you.”

The photo, that fell upon the floor was noticed by your husband as he reached for it, turning it over to get a glimpse of it with a smile. There in the photo, the two of you stood in all of your glory, finally revealing his face to the world. Your husband was none other than Datu Talagbusao, the War God of Bukidnon myths and the father of the infamous kambal. “I love you too, (Y/N).”

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the-lazyyy-artist · 3 years

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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.

#Trese #Basilio trese #Trese fanfic #Basilio x reader #Maliksi x reader #Oh look a fanfic #I'm glad I had this brainfart at 11 PM last night #I hope you'll enjoy this hehehehehhe #ALSOOO #LISTEN TO ANTUKIN AT THE SLOW DANCE PART

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crispybasil · 3 years

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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.

#trese #maliksi #trese fic #maliksi x reader #mod 🔮

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thegrieveyardshift · 3 years

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I wanna write a wolf children au fic for Maliksi soo bad but I am so emotional atm especially after the recent Inday fic update😭 I already wrote a smol part inspired by the scene where Wolf Man talked about having a home and Hana says "I'd welcome you home, then". Man istg except for the death part they are GOALS.

#trese x reader #maliksi x reader #trese #alexandra trese #team trese #ineedabreakfromangstAKSMXKSLSL #basilio #crispin #thekambal #dominic

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dreamlandcreations · 6 months

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Rewatching Trese again... just to put on as background noise while I stop for my dinner break... not gonna distract me at all...

5 minutes later...

So *clasps hands together * Anyone interested in a Maliksi x Alexandra's twin!Reader fic? Maybe a series with short chapters or a miniseries with a few longer chapters? No? Too bad, it's on the WIP list now! ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#wip stuff #trese #maliksi x reader #maliksi #maliksi armanaz #tikbalang #monster x reader

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crispinkreme · 3 years

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Was scrolling on tiktok (don't worry, wala na akong balak magkaroon ng account dun. Maawa na kayo sakin HAHAHAHA) and I happen to come across sa isang pinoy rap song. So ngayon, I ended up having another idea para sa mga writers diyan especially the artists kasi listen-

The song is called “Panda” by Flow G and Skusta Clee tapos meron line don that goes

“Dapat kilala niyo na pangalan ko

Teka puta pare ba't ang yabang mo?

Dapat puta matigas pangharang mo

Lalambot ka sa bigat ng barang ko

Alam mo bang pang malupit ang banat ko?

Hindi ka na dito belong

'Tang inamo pag kami nangyamot sayo dapat hindi ka pikon”

And now I ended up thinking what if YN is being attacked by an enemy, okay? Then we (Ako, si Basilio, si Maliksi, si Dominic) appear to rescue YN.

Like Maliksi would grab someone by the shirt then slam them against the wall while saying “Dapat kilala niyo na ang pangalan ko.”

And if someone dared to talk back or use YN against us, Basilio would fire a shot. “Teka pare ba't ang yabang mo?” He'd ask as he walks towards the enemy dangerously, he tilts his head as he fires another shot. “Dapat puta matigas pangharang mo.”

While his back is turned around, another villain is ready to stike him but before they can touch a single strand on Basilio's head, Crispin approaches the enemy and hits them with the butt of his gun. He then steps on the man's face applying pressure as he glares at the man. “Lalambot ka sa bigat ng barang ko, alam mo bang pang malupit and banat ko?” Crispin would ask before he crushes the person's head.

Dominic would have pulled out their hearts out of their chest, his eyes darkens as he shakes his head. Obviously displeased with the event. “Hindi ka na dito belong,” He would tell the aswang who dared cross him. They would paint the floor and walls red with the blood of their enemies and when the deed is already done, you'd hear Dominic hissing the carcass of the aswang, “'Tang inamo pag kami nangyamot sayo dapat hindi ka pikon”.

#.Crispin Thoughts #trese #trese x reader #trese dominic #trese basilio #trese crispin #trese maliksi #tangina ano ginagawa ko sa buhay ko #laban lang #rescue moments?#ideas pa nga

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savingprimrose · 3 years

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...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

😭😭😭😭😭👀

#i now have an tikbalang fucker anon #i can't believe this #is this the real life is this just fantasy #tanginaaa 😭😭😭😭#i'm crying laughing help me #anon #tikbalang fucker anon #i now have a special tag just for u #😭😭😭😭#you made my day anon 😭🤣😭🤣

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smolla-than-a-bug · 3 years

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hcs for trese characters on how they would celebrate/ surprise on their friend y/n's birthday? :00

trese characters when it’s your birthday

incl. alexandra, crispin, basilio, tapia, dominic, maliksi

navi | trese m.list

content — gn!reader, conyo basilio HAHAHA, alcohol consumption in mal’s part

notes — omg funfunfun !! :DD if it happens to be ur bday, HAPPY BIRTHDAAAY 🥳🎉 on another note, its been raining all day and tho i personally enjoy the weather, yall stay safe out there!

—alexandra

puts together a small birthday celeb w ur friends and family

Alexandra stands off to the side after laying out the food on the dining table, sighing softly to herself as she fondly watches you greet friends and family members you haven’t seen in a while. The sight of you so happy to reunite with your loved ones on a special occasion pulls at her heartstrings and she can’t help the tugging on the corners of her mouth.

“Yiee, ate Alex is smiling!” she hears behind her. At that, she turns around and one cold look from her has the culprit shutting up.

She goes to find you in the small crowd, but you find her first, surprising her by hugging her from behind. “You didn’t have to do this for me,” you whined.

Alexandra merely smiled. “I wanted to.”

—crispin

takes u thru a day-long adventure of exploiting ur birthday benefits

You roll your eyes at Crispin, who’s currently hiding behind the camera of his phone and shamelessly giggling for the fourth time that day. The sound of a tambourine being shaken and slapped against a palm reaches your ears and you know what’s about to come. Sure, you get to eat for free, but at what cost?

A small cupcake with a lit candle is placed in front of you. You plaster a smile on your face in thanks to the waiters. “Happy birthday!” they start to sing, like you haven’t heard it from the last three restaurants Crispin dragged you to and even from a few stores that offer free birthday gifts for celebrants. Like any sane person, you awkwardly sit through the song, struggling to keep your flustered expression at bay. All you’re thinking about is how you’re going to break Crispin’s phone if he doesn’t delete all the embarrassing videos he’s taken of you within the whole day. With every singsong ‘Happy birthday’ that you hear, your murderous thoughts only worsen for Crispin and his phone.

—basilio

plans a picnic (he saw it on tiktok once)

“Ta-daa!” says Basilio, pulling out a box and two wine glasses from the basket by his thigh and laying it on the blanket you’re seated on.

A round cake, with a pit in the middle, iced in a chunky white crumb coat, and decorated with assorted sprinkles and your favorite candies sits in the middle of you both. Written in colorful icing are little greeting messages from himself, Crispin, Hank, and the Treses. Without a doubt, you know he spent all night making the cake on top of putting together the whole picnic basket. Your heart swells, and you coo out loud without meaning to.

It seems Basilio mistook your cooing at his thoughtfulness for a form of mockery for his obvious lack of baking experience as he blushes and huffs. “Don’t judge! Oo na, deins ako cakerist. (I’m not a ‘cakerist’.)”

—tapia

king of sentimental gifts :<

Your friends thought it was a good idea to throw you a little surprise party, and seeing as you had no idea who their guest list was comprised of, you would just keep getting surprised whenever anyone else made their way through the front doors. Just when you thought there would be no more guests since it’s been halfway through the party, the doorbell rang and there stood a disheveled looking Tapia, already embarrassed at having been late for your birthday. But you gave it no thought as you launched yourself onto him. “Mr. Sergeant Tapia, sir! You’re here!”

He laughed before handing you your gifts. A plushie of your favorite animal and a bouquet of flowers. You couldn’t help but let your face morph in awe and overwhelming sensations of gratitude. “Aww! Thank you, I love them!”

Later on, he gave you a follow-up gift in private, instructing you to open it when you get home. Inside the envelope were a bunch of ‘Open When’ notes, and your first instinct was to call him, whining into the microphone.

—dominic

treats u throughout the whole day

Dominic trails behind you, though not too far, along with two of his henchmen assigned to carry whatever shopping bags you had. That morning, he’d been the first to greet you, and since he couldn’t decide what to get you for a gift, he thought: Why not let you decide for yourself? and handed you his black card.

You initially declined, telling him he was insane for letting you borrow his card, but he repeatedly reassured you that it was fine. If you wanted to go browse for clothes for an extended amount of time, go to the spa for a self-care treat for both you and him, finally buy that book you’ve been wanting, get a restock on the art materials you recently ran out of, or even just do your groceries, he’d simply follow you and egg you on, encouraging you to spend more for yourself because you deserve the treat.

He’d laughed at you when you pulled up a dress shirt and bought it for him, suggesting that the color brought out his eyes or something along the lines of that, because of course you’d bring him into consideration during a shopping spree meant for you.

—maliksi

plans a whole weekend getaway for u w all ur close friends

Your friends cheered and raised their shot glasses when a cake with sparklers for candles was brought to your table. You made sure to snap a photo to post on your Instagram story.

You made it to the Airbnb right in the middle of the afternoon—the perfect time to explore the area, nearby waters, and landmarks. After the day’s adventures, your friends lead you to an open bar along the beach to finally and properly celebrate your birthday.

Flashes of their phone cameras were all you could see as you made a wish and blew out the sparklers with cheers and random greetings piping up from all around the bar. Maliksi had his arm protectively wrapped around your shoulder, and you giddily clung onto his limb as your friends toasted to your birth, grateful for the trip he dragged you all along to.

trese tag list — @lumpiang-toge @binibiningbabaylan @marinac15 @effmigentlywithachainsaw @disappointmentpastry @minshookie29

#trese headcanons #trese x reader #alexandra trese x reader #crispin x reader #basilio x reader #kambal x reader #crispin and basilio x reader #tapia x reader #dominic x reader #maliksi x reader #alexandra trese #crispin trese #basilio trese #dominic aswang #trese maliksi #trese dominic #trese netflix #trese

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thera-daydreams · 3 years

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INDAY

± A Trese Fic ±

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

01: Noon at Ngayon (Link)

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

03: Ang Prinsipe ng Mga Tikbalang (Link)

04: Ang Pinuno ng Mga Aswang (Link)

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Aren't you homesick?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Gabay!" you glared at them.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nagstaredown pa kayo.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then, the resemblance hit him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh God, here we go again.

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

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

"As far as I know."

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

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

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

Slam!

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

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

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

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

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

"Y/N!"

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

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

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

Gabay was just there levitating, watching the scene unfold.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Edi dun ka na lang, Miss Y/N!" Basilio added. "Mahihirapan kang maghanap ng matitirahan dito sa Maynila, lalo na ngayon. Everything is too expensive here!"

"Eh, nabayaran ko na ang hotel room and they have a no refund policy," you laughed. "Pero kung wala pa akong makita after my hotel stay expires, sige, I'll contact you, 'Lex. Either way, thank you, guys."

"My offer is open anytime, Y/N," Alexandra said, crossing her arms. "And besides, kwarto niyo 'yun ni Tita dati. Buti nga hindi namin 'yun binigay kay Basilio, kaya wala talagang nagalaw sa dati niyong kwarto."

"Ang baho pa naman ng kwarto ni Basilio ngayon," Crispin interjected, snickering.

"H-Hoy!" Basilio stammered. "Hindi kaya—fine, oo nga. I admit it." He bowed his head in surrender. You giggled.

"Sige. Una na ako, Alex," you bid them goodbye.

"Let the twins drive you there!" your childhood best friend insisted, already tossing Crispin the keys to the car.

"Ah—ikaw, Alex? Hindi ka sasama?"

"I still have something to discuss with Captain Guerrero regarding a case. Don't worry, even if they're a pain in the ass, I'd trust the twins with my life."

"Ang sweet mo naman bossing," Basilio and Crispin teased the older girl, making her flush and hit their arms. "Aray!"

"Just go! And make sure she gets to her hotel safe."

"Salamat, ha. Sa paghatid sa'kin," you told the two men as you sat in the back of the car. By the gods, were you flustered now. Not only because you didn't want to be an inconvenience, but also because they were attractive. Frankly speaking, they had the blood of a god and looked like gods. They were, without a doubt, hot. Also, the airconditioning in the room blew their cologne to you and yes, they smelled wonderful. "Pasensya na rin sa abala."

"Walang anuman, Miss Y/N," they replied at the same time. "Don't worry about it!"

"Anyways, how did you two meet Alex?"

"Eh, long story..."

As they drove you to your destination, you attentively listened as the twins shared to you their backstory. Apparently, it happened a couple of months after you and your mom left the province. You were relieved Tito Anton gave them the chance to experience what a real family was like, given how these warchildren practically grew up in rebel camps thinking that shooting people was a form of playtime. That second chance in life was the reason why they were making sure you were safe right now.

It made your stomach flutter. Get a hold of yourself, bestie!

You arrived outside the large hotel after nearly an hour or so of driving; the traffic was unbelievable—you couldn't believe it had gotten this bad over the years! As you were about to exit the car, Crispin opened his door first and opened your door, even bowing jokingly as if he was a butler. Basilio followed, carrying your heavy bags for you like they were feathers. Shet, kinilig ka.

Now you were sure your face and ears were steaming like a fresh siopao. Your heart was practically beating out of your chest at their chivalrous gestures.

"Huy, ano ba naman 'yan. You guys didn't need to do that, but thanks," you mumbled incomprehensibly. Your voice would betray you if it got any louder. Tangina, they were such gentlemen it nearly made you swoon. Paired with those suits? You felt like a VIP—no, you felt like you won the lottery! Winner na winner!

"Ay, before I forget..." You took your smartphone out of your pocket and opened your contacts. "Can I have Alex's phone number? Wala akong number ng bossing niyo, eh. We just used to communicate with letters as kids. Or the landline, when our moms allowed it."

"Sure," Crispin said, taking your phone and inputting Alex's number.

"Want me to carry your stuff to your room, Miss Y/N?" Basilio offered.

You shook your head furiously, already embarrassed that they drove you here (which took out so much of their time). "No need. Andami niyo nang ginawa para sa'kin ngayon. I still have to check in, so that might take some time. There's also someone who can carry my stuff up, but thank you again, Basilio."

They accompanied you to the reception area to check in, where a bellhop took your belongings from Basilio to your designated floor. When you got your room key, you turned to the two men (who were still there, Dios mio, why on earth were they still there?).

"I know I've said this for the nth time tonight, but I can't thank you two enough for helping me. Didn't expect to run into Alex and her friends on my first day in the city. I'm really grateful," you honestly said to the duo as you pressed the button to the elevator. "Without you guys, I honestly would've gotten lost. Ang laki ng pinagbago ng Maynila since I left."

"Malamang mas grabe na ang traffic," Basilio joked, making you grin.

"Definitely."

Ping!

The elevator opened.

After that, there was a bit of an awkward silence since you three didn't know what else to say. Feeling antsy, you started backing up into the open elevator.

"Good night, Miss Y/N," Crispin finally spoke up, smiling at you. Oh gosh, huwag ka pong ngumiti, Crispin—your heart was about to explode.

"Sana malamig at malambot unan mo mamaya, Miss Y/N," Basilio said, a bigger grin on his face as he waved goodbye. Konti nalang talaga mahihimatay kana. You were 1000% sure your pulse rate was over the roof.

"Mag-ingat kayong dalawa pauwi." You swallowed as the elevator doors began to close. All of a sudden, you remembered something and stuck your arm inbetween the doors before it could close. "Wait! I almost forgot!"

"May naiwan ka ba sa car?" Crispin inquired, his gaze concerned. Oh, Lord. He was so caring you didn't know what to say. "We can get it for you."

"Oh, no! Not that!" you declared, pressing the open button on the elevator and feeling more confident this time. "Just... you two... you don't need to call me Miss. It's so formal! I'm not that much older than you. Ka-edad lang naman kami ni Alex. And you've done enough for me today, so we can be friends, right? Only if that's okay with you!"

God, you were rambling, but you hoped you weren't overstepping your boundaries. You didn't want to end the night so awkwardly. Not with these two.

"Perfectly fine with me," Basilio shrugged. "Ikaw, Kuya?"

"No problem."

You quietly exhaled in relief, smiling as you allowed the elevator doors to start closing.

"Good night, Crispin. Basilio."

"Good night, Y/N. Take care," they said, their trademark, breathtaking smiles curling their lips upward.

When the elevator started going up, you felt yourself collapse on the floor and melt like a puddle, a hand over your pounding heart. You were sweating profusely like a sinner in church! Even your ears were ringing from the rush of blood. Somewhere in your mind, you could hear Gabay laughing at your reaction (and how you likely made a fool out of yourself earlier). Thank the heavens there was no one else inside the elevator.

"Lumalove-life na si Indaaay," Gabay sniggered in a sing-song voice. "First day in Manila and you're already crushing over not one, but two guys, who are siblings, by the way! Kambal pa! Mas malala ata 'to kaysa nung nagparty ka sa Thailand at Malaysia. You weren't even as embarrassed as this when you tripped in front of that celebrity in Boracay!"

"Shut up, Gabay! Mamamatay na ako sa kahihiyan! 'Wag kang dumagdag!" Yeah, you were a strong, independent woman, but you couldn't deny how your legs weakened with how sweet and kind those two acted towards you.

"Ibang-iba talaga ang epekto kapag demigod, hm?"

"Shhhhh! Tumahimik ka! Baka marinig nila, gago."

Down on the ground floor, said demigods felt quite good about themselves.

"I think she likes me," Crispin announced, one minute after the elevator closed. He dug into his pocket and popped a Snowbear into his mouth. You'd given him and Basilio the remaining candies you'd bought during your bus trip.

"That's cap, bro! She definitely likes me!" Basilio countered as they walked back to the car. "Ako kaya ang mas hot sa ating dalawa."

"Weh? 'Di nga?" Suddenly, Crispin stopped, eyes wide. "Wait, what if she doesn't like either of us? What if she was just trying to be polite?"

Basilio groaned, "Awit, lods. Sakit mo naman magsalita, Kuya."

Crispin sighed, "Huy, baka may jowa na 'yun! Foreigner pa nga siguro eh, since she's been abroad for three years. She might not even swing our way, too." He slapped a hand over his face. "She's too good to be true... and to be single. Fuuuuu—"

Basilio moped even more, "Awts. Pain, pighati, sakit, kirot, lungkot, hinagpis, lumbay..." The younger twin continued to list off whatever he found on the thesaurus for the rest of the drive home (while also blasting December Avenue songs on the radio for the maximum dramatic, heartbroken effect). That didn't stop him from unwrapping and eating a Flat Top you'd shoved into his hand while he was driving you to the hotel.

That night, as you were about to go to sleep, you opened the contacts list to check if Alexandra's number was there. It was there, alright.

Number Ni Bossing Alex 🖤//+63451*******

"Cute naman ng black heart emoji," you laughed to yourself in the darkness of your room. The shimmering city lights outside were your only source of light aside from your mobile phone. However, you saw two new contacts aside from Alex's number with theater mask emojis beside them.

Crispin (The Cooler Twin) 🎭😎//+63910*******

Basilio Gwapo 🎭😉//+63866*******

Siraulong kambal na 'to. May pa-rhyming effect pa. You ended up squealing into your pillow to calm yourself down at 11PM from the giddiness you felt. Afterwards, you texted them back so that they'd have your number (since you were too much of a coward to exchange it with them earlier). You texted Alex, too, which she replied with a thumbs-up. Busy ata si ate girl.

And with that, you practically blacked out from the fatigue of traveling and running after that stupid robber. That was just Day 1 of being back in Manila.

(Next Chapter.)

± Author's Notes ±

Holy shit, nearly 100 notes? For my crackfic slash shameless reader insert? But seriously, thank you sa support, guys. I didn't expect this to kind of blow up. I love you all from the bottom of my heart. I haven't been this motivated to write in a long time. Sana ihatid kayo ng kambal sa mga panaginip niyo. 🥺💕

Guys, also, oh my gosh. I had to cut this chapter because of the 250-block limit—I cannot even fathom how excited I was writing this chapter (and what comes next). So from 7K+ words, 6K+ nalang, huhu. Don't worry, I'll just move the stuff I cut to the next chapter. Sorry if this took a bit long to update (I kept stopping kasi kinikilig rin ako sa kambal while writing, haha). You should see my reaction while writing the next chapter. As in, I was going crazy and para akong baliw na tumatawa sa sarili ko sa kwarto. 👀🐴🐎

And yes, naiimagine ko na medj conyo 'tong silang Crispin at Basilio. Have ya'll heard that "Paano ba 'to nagwowork?" line? Ooh! And this chapter was also inspired by that snatcher scene sa Super Inday, hihi. Sorry din kung palagi kayong kumakain sa fanfic ko, mabusog sana kayo. A lot of my inspiration comes from my cravings. 😂

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