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seeliemusings · 3 months

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Disclaimer: I do not own Makisig. He belongs to @ask-emilz-de-philz. This piece contains mature themes not suitable for minors.

A/N: A scenario came to mind and I had to write it out or else I would combust LOL. Just a short blurb! I haven't written in a while so I'm a little rusty! I hope you enjoy regardless c:

SKIN ON SKIN

Written by: Yuyu ❀ 柒玉

It was a quarter past ten when you glanced at the clock. The party that you attended lasted longer than you expected and you entered your apartment exhausted from the night's festivities. With a sigh, you free your aching feet from your heels and left the pair by the entrance. The cleaning could wait until tomorrow.

You slowly made your way towards your bedroom, raising your arms for a long stretch. Being stuck in a tight dress the entire night didn't exactly allow you to enjoy full mobility. As you opened the door, you were welcomed by the warm hues of your vanity lamp. It illuminated a small space in your room, allowing you to make out your vanity table, drawers, and the little Makisig plush toy you kept by a particular side of the bed.

Did I leave my lamp on? You wondered, but you quickly dismissed it. Maybe you forgot to turn it off when you rushed out for the evening.

Settling on the seat by your vanity, you admired yourself as you removed your jewelry. You went for a bold look for tonight, smokey eyes matched with a deep crimson lipstick. It wasn't something you wore regularly, but your entire outfit made you feel sexy and desirable. The number of looks you received during the party proved this, yet you were not completely satisfied.

As you brushed the tangles off your hair, your thoughts wandered to a particular person. Makisig. The 'fictional' tamawo you discovered one day as you scrolled through the internet. You imagined how it would feel like to meet someone like him; tall, strong, and painfully attractive. A man who was out for your own heart and could take care of you in ways that you could only dream about.

Would he have found me pretty? Would he praise me for dolling up so well?

You shook your head as your thoughts began to spiral. "Don't be delusional. He isn't real."

"Who isn't real, binibini?"

Your hand immediately stilled, and you stared into the mirror to check the reflection. You saw a figure at the very corner of your eye; the light couldn’t quite reveal his visage, but the silhouette and golden markings on his arms were unmistakable.

"Makisig..." You whispered, eyes widening from shock. The brush fell from your hand, dropping onto the floor with a soft clatter.

You abruptly rose from your seat and closed your eyes as you tried to calm yourself. "No, no. You're not here, that's impossible. I'm just tired."

His footsteps echoed into your ears, soft but firm strides that grew louder until you could feel his heat radiating on your back. He was right behind you.

"I assure you that I am real, binibini. In fact, I can prove it to you." He said smoothly, his voice laced with amusement as he observed you from the mirror. His golden eyes peered from behind your shoulder, drinking in the sight of you in your pretty little dress.

There was a light tug before you felt the zipper glide down to the small of your back. A shiver ran down your spine as you felt the cool breeze on your bare skin. You felt his gloved hand caress your back, his fingers gliding against your spine.

"Open your eyes, binibini." Makisig instructed, the deepness of his voice turning your ears flush.

With hesitation, you slowly open your eyes, immediately locking gazes with him in the mirror. He was here. He was real.

"Good girl." He praised, kissing your shoulder as he ran his other hand onto the curve of your waist. "Look at you, wearing something so provocative."

"I am not." You answered, pressing your thighs together as you squirmed from his touch. "It's just shorter than usual."

Makisig let out a low chuckle as he looked at you steadily. "I'm just teasing, binibini."

Your grip on the table tightened, your mind racing to find reason with what's happening. "How..."

Makisig smiled as he drew back, bringing his hand to his mouth to pull his gloves off with his teeth. "How indeed." He echoes, his eyes falling to your back.

"You forget that we can sense things, binibini. Even the things you try to hide."

The heat of his bare hand against your back made you arch backward with anticipation. A soft gasp escaped your lips as he glided his fingers back and forth, almost as if he was petting you.

"And you, binibini, have been quite vocal about your desires." Makisig purred into the curve of your neck, pleased with your reaction. "Did you think I didn't hear you call my name when you touched yourself? Right here, in this very room, by that very bed."

The embarrassment washes over your cheeks, making you look away from the mirror. You tried to cover your face with your hands but Makisig was quick to stop you, his hand firmly grasping your wrist. He guided your hand towards him, kissing your knuckles to soothe you.

"No need to be shy, binibini. I'm flattered that you think so fondly of me." He cooed, gripping your hips to turn you around, forcing you to face him.

Makisig towered over you, his scent invading your senses as he leaned close. He reached forward to cup your face, his thumb tracing your jaw before rubbing onto your bottom lip. "Look at you, binibini. So pretty for me."

Your breath hitched in your throat. The way his voice lured you into his trance made your head spin. It was getting harder to focus the closer you both got. Before you could respond, Makisig took the opportunity to slip his thumb into your mouth, wanting to see what you would do. Your lips instinctively wrapped around his digit, suckling softly as you looked at him through hooded eyes.

A satisfied groan rumbled against his chest as he felt your mouth squeeze around him. He pressed unto your tongue, briefly rubbing his thumb against the surface. "Such a good girl."

He withdrew his hand and leaned down to brush his lips against yours. "Tell me binibini, what is it that you want?" He whispered, eyes filled with desire as he held your gaze.

The tension between your bodies was driving you mad; the heat, the longing—the need.

You were looking at him half-dazed, your breathing running ragged as you clutched onto his shirt to steady yourself. He knew the answer to his question, but he wanted the satisfaction of hearing it from your own mouth.

You.

His eyes flickered for the briefest moment before he lifted you off the floor, carrying you to the bed with his strong arms. He plopped you down gently, hovering over you with a mischievous smile. The way he looked at you was... predatory.

"Allow me to give you what you want, binibini."

♡

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A/N: I am very old and I'm not sure how tumblr tags work nowadays but I tried. :') I'm sorry if this was very slow-burn-y. I just felt like Maki would be the type to take his time 🙈

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if-lost-please-return-to-maliksi · 3 months

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Disclaimer: I do not own any Planet Puto Character - Full Credit goes to HC - @ask-emilz-de-philz. Please check out their blog for amazing art and the wonderful world of Planet Puto.This might or might not be a self insert, please don't come for me.

A/N: Am I insane and out of my mind? Yes. Was I in the middle of a creativity block and just pulled this world building shit out of thin air? Also yes.

~Royalty! AU~ INTRODUCTION

"That one looks half decent..."

Lakan smirked as he pointed into you using the sharp end of his sword, not caring if you're already trembling. Is it because of the fear? or maybe it's from being on your knees on the snowy ground with nothing but thin and tattered clothes for god knows how long, you don't really know at this point.

The military general leans down to your level hand grabbing your cheeks roughly and forcing you to look up at him.

"Tell me, peasant. What entertaining stuff can you do? Careful about your answer, your life depends on it." His voice, although very soft and playful has that menacing tone that didn't fail to give you goosebumps.

The ground was cold and the air was thick— filled with cries for mercy as Lakan's troops destroy and slaughter whatever they lay eyes on.

"I- I can play instruments and write poetry, Sir." You stuttered as your voice get struck in your throat.

"We're taking this one home." Lakan grinned at your response before letting go of your face.

"This will do for Maliksi's birthday present. Now let's pack up before the enemy's reinforcements arrive. Just set fire to everything then let's call it a day."

The servants looked at you somberly as you were dragged out of the carriage and into the palace gates, the soldiers handling you roughly. You can't blame them, after all you are nothing but a peasant from the losing side of this wretched war. These people are the ruthless victors, their hands soaked with the blood of your fellow civilians that unfortunately got caught in the middle of slaughter.

"Lakan, what is the meaning of this?" A firm voice caught your attention but you kept your head lowered on the ground.

Makisig quickly motioned towards his courtesans to help you stand up as he walked towards Lakan.

"Oh, if it isn't my own brother, the King." Lakan tauntingly said as he bowed slightly. He's always despised the idea of Makisig ascending to the throne despite being younger than him.

That position was meant for him, yet here he is, reduced to being the general who spends more time outside the palace walls instead of seating on that fancy throne he's always dreamt of.

"Cut it out! What are you doing? You do know that the enemies already called defeat and you can't be taking in anymore war prisoners!"

"Prisoner? That one was a present for our youngest brother."

"A present?! Our brother is nothing like you! He won't enjoy such fatuity—"

"And? Who does he take after then? Everyone here knows that the young prince isn't soft like you! Hell, I bet he'll be a better king than you!"

Makisig's royal guards quickly drew blade and pointed it at the general. They will not stand for any slander against the King. It is a crime of treason afterall and will be punishable by death. The King sighed, "Lower your blades! He's still my brother."

Lakan softly chuckled as he turned to walk away. "See? I told you. Soft. Please have your courtesans clean up and dress that girl, then take her to my room. I'll deliver her myself to Maliksi."

You shivered at the first touch of cold water into your skin as the royal courtesans started giving you a bath. You've literally been in crossfire and to say that you are filthy is an understatement. You didn't even know how Lakan was able to spot you amongst the civilians.

No one was talking, probably out of pity for you and what you went through— your kingdom just lost the war, your town was burnt to a crisp, you watched the others getting killed infront of you. You are someone who lost everything.

After your bath, they dressed you up in a fine dress, probably too grand from what you were expecting, and then they proceeded to put your curly hair up in a bun using an intricate pin.

Looking at yourself in the mirror, you can't help but admire your reflection. Funny what a bath and some fancy fabric can do.

"You look pretty." One of the courtesans whispered as she gave you a kind smile. All of them looked hopeful and sweet, probably wishing you good fate inside the very walls of this palace just like them. They all lined up as they silently lead you to Lakan's quarters.

"Bring her in and leave." Lakan said from the inside of the room before the royal courtesans can even knock. They did just that but before they finally close the door, they looked at each other before giving you a reassuring nod.

As soon as the doors closed, the royal courtesans raced towards Maliksi's quarters. He wasn't the friendliest towards them, and they will surely be yelled at for disturbing him at this time, but they all know Lakan and the poor fate every other lady went through after spending time alone with him in his quarters. They cannot just do nothing after sending you to your possible doom.

Lakan's room is dark yet you can feel his stares boring a hole to your very being. "Guess I was right, you do look good."

The general smirked as he slowly walked towards you. "A poet and a musician doesn't have a right to look this good. It'll be such a waste to just give you to my youngest brother afterall." He softly said, his hot breath fanning into your neck as he leans in while his hand reaches out to slightly slide the dress down and reveal your left shoulder.

"Maybe I should get a taste first, before giving you to Maliksi."

You grabbed fistfuls into your dress as you held yourself from talking back or trying fighting him off— you knew this man would not hesitate in killing you if you do something as much as turn down his advances.

You can feel warm tears form and trickle down your cheeks, knowing that you can't ask him to stop if you wanted to live.

"I don't accept leftovers, brother. It's rude to gift someone stuff that you already used." A cold voice emerged from the shadows as you felt being snatched from Lakan's grip and being pulled as someone held you gently by your waist.

"Gods! Maliksi, can you stop doing that?! I know that you're the only one blessed with magic among us but just stop popping out of the shadows, it creeps me out. Can't you use a fucking door like a normal person?"

"It's called teleportation magic. I didn't popped out of the shadows, your room is just as dark as your soul. Anyway, you boldly declared this lady as a present for me earlier and I have eyewitnesses. I came here to pick her up." Maliksi nonchalantly said as he rolled his eyes, still holding you close to him.

"It's those courtesans...I knew it! If it weren't for the King's protection, I would've already cut their heads off." Lakan muttered underneath his breath while he gritted his teeth. "Aaaww, come on, brother! Can't we share just this once—"

Maliksi's expression hardened as he looked Lakan up and down. You can feel just how intimidating this man is despite him being shorter than the general.

"I believe we already established that since we were kids....That if you try touching what's mine, I'll be burning your fingers off." The young prince coldly said, his grip on your waist slightly tightening.

Lakan chuckled as he slowly backed away. He wasn't irritated at how his youngest brother is acting— oh, this is so much better than him being a big pretentious softy just like the King.

"As you wish, brother." The general smiled, everything is going according to his plan afterall.

TO BE CONTINUED...

Hi! Welcome to the Royalty! Au that involves Planet Puto (philmytcrea au) characters. I do not own them, they are HC's Original Characters.

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I wanted to take time to clarify that this is fiction on fiction.

Yes, Lakan, Makisig, and Maliksi are brothers in this AU.

Yes, we hab King! Makisig here.

Lakan is the oldest, but Makisig was the one who ascended to the throne after their father died.

Yes, there is an ongoing war and Y/N (You/ Reader) is from the enemy kingdom who just declared Loss/ Defeat against Makisig's Kingdom.

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thejessyami · 2 months

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Voice (Maliksi x Anon/YN) PART 1

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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