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smolla-than-a-bug · 3 years

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—crispin and basilio x reader

you promised alexandra you’d be back home by two in the morning, but the violent ringing of your phone is quickly forgotten when you end up locked in a bathroom with the two demigods

navi | trese m.list | clubbing with crispin and basilio

content — fem!reader, nsfw, smut, swearing, alcohol, threesome, blood, choking, oral, overstimulation, slight dacryphilia and spanking, unprotected seggs, conyo boys everywhere

notes — putangina .

You're well aware that you're in the middle of investigating an ongoing case, but to be fair, you've all been working nonstop for a week. You'd go to bed just as the sun's about to show, feeling drained of all energy, and then you'd be dragged out of bed by none other than Alexandra herself around an hour later feeling even more exhausted. You'd be lucky to even have an extra thirty minutes with her as the boss.

Luckily, you were able to get a break out of her with the help of the twins. It only took countless hours of relentless begging and appealing to her throughout the duration of the day. You suspected that she already had her mind made up once the idea was proposed yet decided to fuck with you all anyway, just to make things more difficult. Either way, the week's worth of treating her to lunch beats doing laundry in her place. R.I.P. Crispin, should have gone for the dishes instead because now he has to deal with Basilio's deadly underwear.

But all worries for the following days were completely eradicated once the day was over as you immediately found yourselves lost in a club you can't remember the name of somewhere in Makati.

The loud music flows through your body, and you’re dancing without a care in the world. Your body moves on its own accord. It’s hot even for you, leaving you briefly wondering how the twins were doing in their suits since they hadn't bothered changing attire.

Speaking of the twins, where'd they even go? You swear they were literally just there with you. You entered the place together not even two minutes ago, and you've already lost sight of one other... Unless you didn't actually enter together and you just mistook someone else for one of the brothers? What if you left Basilio in the other bar? Or in the one before that? Oh well, he'll catch up eventually. If he doesn't, you'll just resort to seeing whether he actually got back home tomorrow when you wake up. It's his fault for lagging behind anyway.

Mindlessly, you laugh to yourself. The night is too young to already be thinking of going home and getting back to work. Tonight was supposed to be for letting yourself get loose! Your eyesight right now is a little too clear for your liking, so you make your way to the bar area, stumbling over your heels and bumping into all kinds of sweaty folks in the way. This, of course, lead to you accidentally knocking elbows with some guy seated at the bar with his friends.

"Oh fuck, sorry."

When he turned around to face you, you internally swore. The guy really had to not be just some guy but a cute guy. Some luck you had.

It was later made known to you that you had actually spoken your thoughts out loud when he laughed. "I think you're cute too!"

Feeling hotter by the minute, you quickly averted your eyes waved at the bartender. You tried not to acknowledge the cute guy anymore by leaning on the table and looking anywhere but in his general direction while you waited for your drink to be served. But unfortunately, it seemed all your supply of good luck was sucked out dry the moment you asked Alexandra for a break.

"Hey, I'm Tano by the way."

The gods must have it out for you, you think.

Right as 'Tano' introduced himself to you, the bartender came back with your drink of choice. Obviously, you tried to fix your composure by chugging the entire thing. Then you smiled at Tano before giving him your own name. "Y/N, nice to meet you."

He shook your hand, and you genuinely couldn't tell if he made that gesture sincerely or ironically with the mirth in his expression. Or actually, maybe that was just because you had previously made a fool of yourself in front of him. Jesus, you encounter one attractive stranger then completely forget how to function.

"So," he copied your pose and rested his thick arms atop the bar. "Did you come here alone or..."'

"Oh, no! Actually, I came here with a few friends. No idea where they are right now, though."

"Ahh gege (okay, okay), I see." He thought for a moment. You were left to awkwardly chuckle in his presence. You ordered another drink from the bartender, fully intending to abandon the bar for the dance floor once you've had your fill. Then, "I guess I'll keep you company for the time being then."

You kept light conversation with Tano while sipping on your drink. He was a pretty chill dude and really nice too! The best part was that you were about the same age, so you were able to talk about your common interests really smoothly. It wasn't awkward at all conversing with him considering how you'd initially, and quite literally, bumped into one another.

You checked your phone for the time. 1:27 AM, it read. Realizing you’d have to head back home in a bit, you decided you wanted to end your night of fun out on the dance floor. Not wanting to be by yourself in the mob of drunken, mindless party-goers, you invited him to dance with you, to which he didn't even take a second to hesitate before agreeing and allowing you to pull him along into the sea of sweaty bodies.

You weaved your way through the crowd until you found a spot you were happy with in the middle of everyone, not too far away from the DJ's stage. Your body automatically moved to the music. Dancing was always something you never had to think about since you just let your body flow and let the rhythm of the music naturally take over. The sensation was freeing, to say the least, from the career you worked where constant critical thinking and calculated movement was required.

You felt Tano behind you mirroring your moves with one hand rested on your hips. The contact you currently had wasn't enough for you, though, as you felt yourself feeling much farther away from everyone around you than you actually are. So you turned around to pull him to you. He seemed to like that a lot.

Your faces were closer now, nearly touching, and Tano used that as an opportunity to tease your lips with his own. He kept brushing his lips against yours, chasing them and purposely nudging them with his lips but never actually attaching his mouth to yours. You merely grinned and pulled his body closer.

Out of nowhere, an arm sneaked around your waist from behind and stole you away. At first, you felt alarmed. The alcohol you'd consumed somewhat delayed your reaction, initially, but since you were pulled flush against the intruder's chest, you were immediately met with a certain musk and the outline of a blazer and necktie. You know exactly who this man is.

Another one swerved around Tano and took over his position in front of you. Tano was lost in the crowd in an instant after being forcefully pushed out of the way.

Basilio shamelessly grinds his front against your ass. "Having fun without us, ha?"

"Tangina niyo (You sons of bitches), I couldn't find you anywhere! Can you blame me?"

Crispin brought your arms to wrap around his neck so he could lean his face closer to you and smirked. Neither of them responded so you all just carried on dancing together.

It was so hot being sandwiched between the twins. If you were sweaty before, it only got worse the longer you were there with them. On top of that, they were getting pretty bold. You getting ground on from both sides in no time and the boys were audacious with their hand placements on your body. One second there's a hand inching down your torso, the next theres one caressing your ass. Simply put, they're both all over you in the literal sense.

Naturally, you responded by kicking it up a notch.

You started by slowly running your hand down Crispin's chest, tugging on his tie from the bottom. You felt him take a shuddering breath. Your other hand wound around Basilio as you grabbed a handful of his ass. Pulling both of them close so they could hear you, you offered a proposition: "Either of you know where the nearest bathroom is?"

The boys made brief eye contact before leading you through the crowd. Their impressive physique parted the way for you so you could walk through fairly easy as compared to when it was just you making your way through.

The walk to the bathroom was hasty, and you were barely inside when you already had your mouth attached to one of the twins'. Either being Crispin or Basilio, you couldn't tell with your faces mushed together, and quite frankly, you didn't really care. The only thing passing your mind at that moment was that you were so ready to get dicked down, especially knowing that you were about to get some of that good dick.

Long locks of hair brushed down from over your shoulder as Basilio attached his lips to your neck, licking and sucking every inch of exposed skin he could touch. That only meant Crispin was the one you were making out with. The corners of your lips turned up a bit as you realized this and brought your arms up to tug at Crispin's short hair, knowing full well how that affects the man in question.

He groaned in an instant, gutturally, and the vibrations went straight to your throbbing core. Being the way that you are, you tugged even harder on Crispin's roots, and his reactions were almost immediate, not to mention immaculate. It didn't help that two huge bulges were poking through the fabric of the twins' pants and pressing against your body.

Basilio traced his lips down your spine as you and Crispin showed no signs of giving up your tongues’ battle for dominance. He knelt down behind you, stuck his nose between your legs, and nuzzled it on your clothed pussy. Against your underwear, Basilio’s caresses felt feather light and his little exhales sent the butterflies in your stomach into a frenzy.

Cool air greeted your exposed core as Basilio pulled down your underwear. You gasped into Crispin when his brother licked a long stripe up your folds from behind, bending forward to give him an easier approach. His fingers dug into your ass as he spread your cheeks apart for maximum access. He ate you out like a prisoner on death row having at their last meal, and by the time he was scissoring his fingers in your cunny, your moans were being swallowed by his twin who bit down on your lower lip, drawing blood from your flesh.

You hummed as your mouths disconnected for a moment, running your tongue over your lip and tasting the metallic flavor of your blood.

“You like that, baby?” Crispin smudged it with his thumb, effectively mixing the blood with the saliva on your chin, before sucking on your lower lip to clean you up. He then pulled your chin towards him, drawing a yelp from you as the harsh motion caused Basilio’s tongue to hit a particularly sensitive pressure point below. “Mind telling us who that guy was from earlier?”

“Who, Tano?”

Basilio chuckled. “Gago, tanginang Tano na yan. (That stupid son of a bitch, Tano.)” You tilted your head back to see him slowly stand back up while wiping your juices off his chin with his forearm. He tenderly cupped the side of your face with his clean hand. “Who does he think he is?”

You rolled your eyes. Did they forget that they left you to fend for yourself? “Hey, Tano was actually nice—“

“Ah,” you were silenced. A garbled choking noise left your mouth as Basilio shoved the fingers he used to pump your pussy into your mouth mid-speech, leaving no other option but for you to obediently clean them of your slick. “Don’t wanna hear any of that... kuya?”

His brother was occupied with unbuckling his belt, but he hummed in agreement nonetheless.

The twins adjusted your position so your ass was now perked up against Crispin, and he teased your entrance with his dick, dipping the head between your folds to collect the dripping wetness. “You’ve been pretty pasaway (naughty) today, ha?” He smacked your ass.

You choked on a yelp as Basilio’s thick fingers continued fucking your mouth. You’re sure his brother left a red handprint on you.

Basilio was cooing at you. He was caressing your jaw as the tips of his fingers poked the back of your throat. “Look at you,” he’d said before finally pulling his fingers out of your mouth. He didn’t bother cleaning away all the drool or the line of saliva, so you’d opted for wiping your chin on your shoulder.

You were grateful for finally getting a taste of air. You were heaving in attempt to catch your breath, for you knew being able to breathe with these two was a luxury. It wouldn’t last very long either, knowing them.

Without warning, Crispins cock impaled your pussy all the way through. His grip on your hips tightened, and his nails were surely leaving crescent marks on your skin. You could only squeeze Basilio’s forearms as your jaw dropped wide open, your head lolling forward with the impact.

Of course, Basilio wasn’t having it. He forced one of his arms free of your grip and your hand flew to grab at his bicep. His fingers curled around your neck, squeezing at the sides. He forced you to look into his eyes as Crispin pulled almost all the way out before slamming back in and jerking you forward. The only thing keeping you still was Basilio’s large hand enclosed around your neck.

Crispin’s thrusts were persistent. He was grunting with every plunge. He spread your cheeks apart, so his eyes were trained on the area where you connected.

You failed to notice exactly at what point Basilio undid his pants when his hard cock slapped you in the face. He spat on his hand to lubricate his massive dick for you, and you immediately knew what he was asking for without him having to say anything.

Wordlessly, you shakily transferred your hand from Basilio’s arm to work his shaft. In turn, he loosened his grip around your neck so you could take him in. He was too big to fit all the way down your throat, so you fisted whatever was left.

Loud moans and groans bounced around the small bathroom of the club. Any other sound was lost on you as you could barely even hear the muffled music of the DJs outside. As far as you knew, you only knew the twins from this point on. All your senses were overtaken by them both.

Crispin easily found that spongey spot inside you and laughed when you moaned around Basilio’s cock. The latter groaned and held your hair in his fist, opting to use you for his own pleasure. You submitted to being manhandled by Basilio as you ceased to be able to think for yourself once Crispin made it his aim to abuse your sweet spot.

You could only tighten your grip on Basilio’s arms as your vision was beginning to fail you, moaning uncontrollably as you neared your high, stuttering out Crispin’s name as he went.

He only responded to your pleading self by reaching up from behind you to grope at your breast, pinching and rolling your nipples with his calloused fingers. “Cum for me, babygirl,” he said, grinding his cock deep into you as your hole clenched and unclenched.

Your breath stuttered and you choked around Basilio’s dick, which never showed your throat an ounce of mercy for the man was indifferent to your situation behind. You were alternating between squeezing and hitting Basilio, unable to take the amount of pleasure you were receiving. Your only consolation was the verbal encouragement you were receiving from the twins, further overwhelming your senses until, finally, you broke. Your eyes rolled behind your head, and you swear you saw stars.

You heaved breathes through your nose as the brothers coaxed you through your high—or rather, brother since Crispin wasn’t planning on stopping his violent pounding any time soon. You removed your mouth from Basilio’s cock.

“Crispin—“ you were lucky to even be able to say his name. “Hey, wait— stop—“

“You can take it.” He went faster.

You tried to get away, but Crispin only tightened the grip he had on you, even upping his play on your nipples. “I... fuck, I can’t—“

“Oi,” Basilio harshly pulled your hair, forcing your gaze to meet his as you cried out. “You can take it,” he told you, caressing your cheek and wiping away the forming tears. He kissed your forehead. “Now get back to work.”

You shakily nodded before continuing your ministrations of licking and sucking what you could take of Basilio’s shaft.

“Good girl.”

You decided you’d try to focus on him as Crispin tried to reach his peak, which proved a hard job for you as you were shaking all over from overstimulation. You were sobbing around Basilio’s cock, and the only consolation you received was his soft murmurs of praise in your ear that you were ‘doing so well’ and that you’d just ‘have to hold on for a little longer.’

You held onto that as Crispin grew erratic with his thrusts and his rhythm lost its pattern. You could feel him nearing his own high, and you helped him reach it, grinding your ass on his pelvis.

“Fuuuck...” He moaned lewdly as he came all over your back, not caring if it got on your clothes. “I told you you could take it.” He threw his head back and softened his hold on your hips, rubbing his hands up and down your sides comfortingly while you helped Basilio get off.

The younger of the two came soon after. He forced you to swallow all of it, claiming that you couldn’t afford to waste any of his precious seed.

As expected, the twins weren’t done with you yet. The three of you claimed that dirty bathroom for hours, doing it everywhere. Against every wall and atop the counter or the sink—every square meter would be tainted by the three of you. None of you would have broken your little world of euphoria until a barbaric banging happened upon the locked bathroom door.

“What the fuck?”

You have no idea which of the twins offered that exclamation. You were each too busy scrambling to put on your clothes and fix yourself before anyone saw.

Eventually, the door broke and you stood frozen in your spot. Staring right at the three of you, fully dressed in work attire and seething so you could practically see smoke coming out of their ears, was none other than the Boss: Alexandra Trese herself. You really didn’t want to deal with her rage right now, or ever, in fact but here you were.

Red in the face, she crinkled her nose in disgust as the odor of the bathroom you’d selfishly claimed made itself known to her. “Disgusting!”

Basilio snickered but quickly shut up once Alexandra’s murderous glare was directed at him.

“Do any of you know what time it is?”

You grew hot as you checked your phone only to find it dead before shrugging, curling in on yourself. Shame splashed over you and doused you from the top of your head down to your bare toes.

Alexandra sighed, pinching her brows before turning around and walking away, leaving you three clambering after her. “Come on. Time to get to work.”

“But we haven’t even—“

“I don’t care! Now, let’s go.”

You exchanged looks with the twins. Fuck, it was going to be a long day.

tags — @urielliii

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x-infernhoes-x · 3 years

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She’s My Collar- Basilio x Reader

Title: She’s My Collar

Genre: Romance, Smut, Porn with Plot

Warning(s): Mentions of Semi-Public Sex, Car Sex, Mentions of Alcohol, Implied Consent, Basilio nearly murdering someone because they spoke badly about you

Description: KAI IF YOU’RE READING THIS, THIS ONE’S FOR YOU AND ALL OF YOU BASILIO SIMPS

NOTE SOMETIME AROUND 3:00 AM YESTERDAY NAWALA YUNG ORIGINAL PUTANG INA I WAS THIS CLOSE ON FINISHING IT SHDJGFHJBDKJBSEDVGSJHGBKHGSFKJBGBKJGBJGLJBGWL AN HOUR’S WORTH OF WRITING G O N E AND I HAD TO REWRITE EVERYTHING I AM STRESSED AND DSBJKGBKJFSDGNB SO ENJOY.

4:31 AM NOTE UPDATE YESTERDAY: langya ayoko na. matutulog na nga ako, sakit na ng likod ko.

6:50 PM NOTE TODAY: I’M GOING TO FINISH THIS BEFORE MIDNIGHT COMES. ALSO, DON’T DRINK AND DRIVE KIDS!!

12:10 AM NOTE TODAY: The note above this one is a lie. I managed to continue this after family night lmao but enjoy still. Tried my best to make it gender-neutral as possible but yeah :’) I kinda failed successfully I think???

You and Basilio have been dating for quite some time now. Although he was a messy guy you made sure that you had his back and helped him out to work on how to keep his sloppy tendencies at bay and in turn he would shower you with love and affection that you would usually get from the demi-god of war. Basilio was the perfect guy, he was a sweet lad who made your lonely days better, he made sure that you were cared for in any shape or form and he always had your back in everything and he would give you anything you would ask for in the world. The two of you barely even fought and if you were to fight, it would be more of a joke one than an all-out screaming match. He was the best thing that has ever happened to you and you constantly thank Bathala for it and Basilio thought the same. The two of you were a match made in heaven.

Although despite your busy schedules keeping the two of you apart, you both made sure that you and your loving boyfriend would get the chance to hang out together. Often, you and Basilio would frequent the Diabolical together, just basking in each other's presence, tucked away in some booth Hank had reserved for the two of you, or sitting by the bar just chatting about each other’s day. You could recall Hank telling you that whenever you were around or that when someone ever mentions your name, Basilio seemed to calm down and would eagerly listen into whatever conversation had said your name. There was a time where Basilio nearly knocked someone’s teeth out because they were talking badly of you and it took Crispin, Maliksi, Hannah, Amie, Alex, and Hank himself to hold back the younger twin and prevent him from punching someone’s lights or teeth out or even prevent a murder from ever happening.

“Alam mo, (Y/N) pag naririnig ni Basilio na dadaan ka rito, parang siyang aso na di mapakali. Kulang nalang na magkaroon siya ng buntot e.” Hank joked as he was cleaning the freshly washed glass, watching Basilio flush red, face buried into his forearm as he groaned in response while you let out a small chuckle.

Now looking back, that memory seemed to be far away from you. Tonight happened to be your anniversary with Basilio and instead of a cozy night in, he wanted to do something different. Basilio wanted to take you out dancing and bar hopping around Bonifacio Global City’s luxurious bars (sometimes you wondered to yourself how the hell can Basilio afford this.) and maybe take you sight seeing around the place when you got the time. Pacing around your living room in your apartment, you were about to shoot him a text message when a knock at your door had interrupted you from doing so, nearly dropping your phone in the process. “Sandali lang!” you yelled to whoever was outside the door. If there was one thing you learned from dating Basilio, it was being vigilant. You had to make sure that the person on the other side of your door was your boyfriend and not some kind of Aswang or any malicious person who had a personal grudge against the twins and Alex. Taking a peek at the pee hole your door had, you were greeted by the sight of your boyfriend, Basilio grinning up at you as he waved. Instead of wearing his suit, Basilio was in his casual clothing for tonight, his long silken locks pulled back in a half-up, half-down man-bun.

Opening the door, you then welcomed him with open arms before proceeding to smack him playfully on his arm, an amused smirk on your lips as you opened your mouth to speak, your tone light and teasing, “Took you long enough! Siguro na-traffic ka no?” Basilio could only roll his dark eyes at you as he placed a loving kiss upon your head. “Hindi a, si Kuya Crispin kasi e, sobrang tagal niya sa banyo kaya ayun.” Pulling himself away from you, he then offered his arm for you to take with a grin, his head tilting towards the direction of the door as he spoke, “So ano? Tara na?” “Siyempre naman.”

After making sure your apartment was locked, the two of you went down towards the direction of the parking lot and took a couple few selfies inside the elevator, you and Basilio were off. While in the car, the both of you would scream along to the lyrics of Ang Huling El Bimbo by Eraserheads while in traffic. On your way to BGC, both of you were surprised to see Maliksi and his significant by the stoplight, taking the advantage of the long-ass stop to chat with the Prince of the Tikbalangs and his fiancé. Your conversation was cut short when the stoplight had changed from red to green, saying your goodbyes to each other as Basilio drove away to your very first destination, which was none other than XYLO at The Palace.

In all honesty, you’ve heard about this bar but it was the first time you got to enter the place itself. The both of you got lucky that the place wasn’t as packed and that you got there early before the actual party had started. Both you and Basilio then made your way over to the bar to grab your first drinks of the night. The two of you chatted for a while, occasionally nodding your heads to the beat of the song. After a while, the night seemed to kick in and both of you were already at what seemed to be your 3rd or 4th bar of the night, this time you and Basilio were jumping up and down to DJ Khalid’s song ‘All I Do Is Win’ before the both of you screamed along with the rest of the patrons, “Putang Ina, Alak Pa!” and time seemed to flow faster than ever as you and your loving boyfriend went in and about around BGC’s classiest bars, downing every single drink you two could manage and take or even dance along to the songs the bars provided while occasionally sharing a kiss here and there, not minding the reek of alcohol and sweat clinging on each other’s bodies as the two of you laughed.

Sometime around 10:30, you and Basilio were shitfaced to oblivion but both of you were used to it. You had lost count on how many drinks you’ve managed to down yet you and Basilio couldn’t care less, you were certain that you heard your phones ring but you two never got the chance to answer them because Basilio was busy doing body shots on you or you making out with your boyfriend in some hidden corner of the bar. You were starting to get the hint that after your little make-out session at Club Haze, he was focused on one thing and you knew what that meant, despite being inebriated out of your wits. So what do you do? Put on a show for him of course.

You knew Basilio was sitting by the bar because you told him you were going to use the bathroom to freshen up a little bit since the club felt a little bit humid. What he didn’t expect was you sashaying over to where the dance floor, the last notes of Nelly Furtado’s Maneater fading away only to be replaced by Doja Cat’s Streets. To you, the sound seemed to have slowed down and you weren’t sure because it was the alcohol’s effects taking over, nobody else in the club mattered but your boyfriend alone. The figures around you seemed to blur and Basilio was the only one you had your eyes on as your body moved to the beat, eyes half-lidded and lips slightly parted, and even from afar, you could see your demi-god of a boyfriend shuffle in his seat, his cheeks brightly flushed even under the lights of the dark club (yes, Basilio even tried to hide his raging boner from everyone but he was failing miserably). You knew that he was watching you closely like a predator ready to strike and even from afar you can tell that he was getting impatient with your games and that made you smirk. You knew that Basilio had a thing for Semi-Public sex and your several other experiences with him were proof of that, hell the two of you almost got caught one time and you were internally thankful that you weren’t. But tonight, Basilio’s going to abide by the rules of your own game and not his.

The opening bass beat from Beyonce’s Yonce/Partition was your cue to take things up a notch by making your way over to the bar where you had stood upon the counter (you had asked the bartender and the rest of the patrons who hung around the bar save for Basilio in advance and they seemed to agree with it just as long as you were careful) and made your way down the counter, hips sashaying and your body with every beat and drop before stopping to where he was, a smirk on your face, your hands running up from your thighs and right past your chest in a sensual manner, leaning in just so you could ghost your lips over Basilio’s eagerly waiting ones before pulling away with a wink. Once your little show was done and you had gone down from your counter with the help of the bartender you had just spoken to before making your way over to the dance floor once more to dance just as your song, She’s My Collar by Gorillaz began to play only to be caught short when you felt a hand grab you by the wrist.

Despite being drunk you were still smart and quick to retaliate towards whoever had grabbed you only to be surprised to be looking right directly at your boyfriend’s dark obsidian gaze, his breath slow and ragged and you knew you were in it for real this time the moment he said, “We’re leaving.” In a tone, you’ve never heard from him before and that seemed to send shivers and chills up your spine as he dragged you away from the bar to head right outside.

Honestly, the whole trip back to the car seemed to pass you by like a blur, you would occasionally stumble on your own feet, which prompted Basilio to sling you over his shoulder like you were nothing but a sack of potatoes (at least it gave you a perfect view of his ass). The moment you arrived at your car, however, you were thrown haphazardly into the backseat after Basilio had unlocked the door with ease and then entered the vehicle as well, quickly pulling you up on his lap where he locked his lips with you in a heated kiss, hands roaming around your body with such need and you could feel his erection straining against the fabric of his dark jeans. You were surprised at first but once the initial shock and surprise had worn off, you kissed him back as well with the same passion and need that he emulated from his kiss, your fingers and hands made a quick undo of his man-bun and top, hastily unbuttoning them, eager to touch the skin underneath it and leave marks on it. Basilio could only groan in response to your touches, his tongue exploring your mouth like uncharted territory, his hands groping your behind with such force that made you moan out his name, a quiet hiss of “Tangina.” Soon followed your surprise.

In your mayhem of desire and lust, you didn’t notice Basilio play Chase Atlantic’s song Devilish on the radio.

Clothes were thrown around and about in the space of the car and in that blur of clothing being discarded around, you were honestly surprised when Basilio had lifted up your lower half towards him, his lips trailing kisses down your stomach and thighs before his head disappeared in between your legs, bestowing you the best oral you’ve ever had received from him in your years of dating. You couldn’t thrash around with him holding you so tightly against his face as he went down on you but your hands were free to roam and tug at his long silken locks, his name spoken like a prayer and just as you were about to reach your peak, he had pulled away from you, a sadistic yet innocent smirk placed upon his now glistening chin and lips coated in your slick as he spoke, “Not yet, babe.” Winking at you, he gingerly set you down before he leaned over to where his now discarded jeans were as he pulled out his wallet, fishing out a condom and a small pack of lube for him to use. Once the foil was open and the rubber was on his already hard dick, he then proceeded to open the pack of lube, rubbing it on his length before instructing you to get on your hands and your ass up for him.

And by Bathala you began to see stars the moment he had entered you. Your nails seemed to dig on the dark leather surface of the car’s upholstery, your back arched to the extreme and you were certain that you could feel Basilio trailing kisses along the expanse of your neck, shoulders, and back, his hands guiding you on his length while yours snaked around to reach for him, tilting your head sidewards to catch his lips in an open-mouthed kiss, his manhood still relentless at fucking you senseless and in between the thrusts and moans, you were thankful that the windows were tinted from the outside or else the two of you would’ve been caught. Throughout the whole night, you two spent it by doing it on every single surface inside the car, doing every single position the two of you could think of, taking each other to new heights with every pose the two of you did, and yes, let’s just say you were sore the morning after that.

Once the morning came around, the two of you were still naked and you were sure that after your last round with your loving boyfriend, you felt the waves of your hang-over wash over you like a wave, making you groan out in pain. Everything was sore with you and your body was littered with hickies, bruises, and scratch marks while Basilio, who had his healing factor with him thanks to his demi-god status, was relatively unscathed but he did have some hickies of his own to present to the world. Shuffling, you gently nudged Basilio awake as you spoke, “Babe, anong oras na??”

At your action, your boyfriend, still groggy from sleep, could only groan at this, his hand reaching out to search for his mobile phone to check the time. Squinting, he then saw the time on his phone but the color on his face seemed to drain the moment he saw several missed calls and messages from his twin brother and the Babaylan-Mandirigma herself. “SHIT!” Basilio managed to cry out of sheer panic, his head accidentally hitting against the roof of the car, making him hiss even more, hands holding the spot where he had hit his head. “Lagot tayo kay Bossing, (Y/N), kagabi pa niya tayo tinatwagan kasama ni Kuya Crispin.” At the mere mention of Alex and Crispin’s name, you seemed to understand the sense of urgency before the two of you began to clean up the car, dressing up as you did so, attempting to make yourselves look more presentable and cover the tracks from yesterday’s events. Once done, Basilio was driving like a speeding madman in a rush to head back where his brother and Alex were at.

It took him at least an hour to arrive at their destination with Alex taking the role as today’s designated driver while Basilio sat in the back with his brother. “San ba kayo galing? Kagabi pa namin kayo tinatawagan ni Crispin, (Y/N), Basilio. Ano ba nangyare, ha?” Alex spoke, her eyes flickering over to where Basilio was, sheepishly scratching the back of his head as he spoke, “Sensya na ho, Bossing. Nag-sight seeing kasi kami ni (Y/N) kagabi tas nag-bar hoping kami tas pagkatapos nakatulog kami dito sa kotse.” A little doubtful of this, Alex could only glance at you from the corner of her eye, expecting for you to react but you held your emotions close to your heart as you spoke, “Totoo po yung sinasabi ni Basilio, bossing. Di po naming sadya na di kayo replyan ni Crispin. Di na po mauulit.” Nodding, Alex then excused the both of you and the car ride was silent, save for the fact that the radio was playing Last Friday Night by Katy Perry. You did feel a little bit cold however and you couldn’t help the fact that something was missing until Crispin screamed out in surprise, horror, and disgust, finally noticing the thing you were missing. Ah shit. “TANGINA BASILIO, ANO TO!?!?!” Crispin managed to yell out, holding up your lace underwear for everyone in the car to see with Basilio quickly snatching the piece of clothing away from his brother, tucking it in his pocket before he responded, “ANONG-ANO KA DIYAN KUYA!?! WALA KANG NAKITA!!”

You silently prayed to Bathala for him to forgive you but you were sure as hell Alex won’t. You made a mental note to not ever do it in the car you guys use for missions ever again.

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Ugnayan

Summary:

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

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

II: Bad Habits

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

Words: 4540

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

Relationships: Basilio/Original Female Character

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

Rating: 16+

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

Author’s Notes:

I am: back on my bullshit again

People were looking for a part 2 so have more Basilio x OC stuff. Spoiler warning for Verdugo: Takutan because this story heavily references its lore and events! The comics are known to be darker in tone, and so is this fic, so heed the warnings above. No Taglish version this time, Darling niyo pagod na 😩

This was supposed to be a simple job.

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

But nothing was ever simple about the aswang, right?

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

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

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

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

“What about Maliksi?” Basilio suggests.

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

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

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

Ah, yes. Sabina.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What? It’s Sab. She’s-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’ll be there. Stay on the line.”

Now they wait.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Don’t call me that.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

It’s a pleasant surprise, nonetheless.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hot. Could you say that again?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

All is well, or so they thought.

“Fuck!”

The cry came from their informant’s line.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Nice outfit. You were rehearsing in that?”

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

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

Basilio nods.

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

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

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

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

Basilio nods, waiting for Sabina to continue her explanation.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Alright, keep your secrets. For now.”

A tense silence has befallen them.

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

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

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

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

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

“So, when is this next gig?”

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

“Should I take that info to Bossing?”

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

So that explains some things.

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

Sabina elbows him in the chest, hard.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now that was unexpected.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You can just refuse to go, Sab.”

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

“You really hate House of Arko, huh?”

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

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

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

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

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

“So you wanna protect your clan?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Old habits die hard.”

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

Not until now.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“One little taste never hurts anyone...”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now, what does aswang heart taste like?

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

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

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

Basilio tries to focus on something else.

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

Something of his.

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

“So, any plans tonight, dear princess?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Translations:

ulol - crazy; Filipino profanity

gago/gaga - foolish or stupid; Filipino profanity

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

Inang Reyna - lit. Queen Mother.

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

Filipiniana - Philippine related book and non-book material

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

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justanother-fanficwriter · 17 days

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NCIA Agent Part 3 (Trese)

I was assigned to assassinate a man at his villa in Batangas. I drove to the place. He is really known for being behind leading an anti human supernatural insurgency group from around the world.

I snuck into the villa. I needed a way to get the maid out of here. So, i decided, I would randomly move items then hide.

"who is there? This isn't funny! Bring me my glass!"

Suddenly, I decided to push a vase causing the maid to scream and run outside.

"Loko talaga si Señor! (My boss is really annoying!)"

The maid said.

I suddenly went to the living room where I managed to kill the man by twisting his neck.

Now, I needed to find a way to hide him. So I decided to break the floor of the pool. I drained the pool, broke the floor and dug through. I buried the man and added cement and used quick dry paint to cover the cement. I immediately added water back.

After doing my job. I saw Alexandra horrified right behind me. My plan worked, she followed me! Before she could attack. I took out a tranquilizer and shot her at the neck. She fell asleep and i took her to my van.

On my way to Manila, she already woke up and is banging on the sides of my L300 FBvan. To frown out her cries for help. I decided to turn on the radio and blast "Kisapmata" By Rivermaya.

"Let me out ugh!!!"

"Kanina'y nariyan lang oh ba't, bigla nalang nawala- Chill the fuck out! *Bangs on the wall behind the driver seat*"

She decided to stop thrashing around and wait. Suddenly just as I adjusted the side mirror, i saw a purple Oldsmobile pimpmobile which seems to have Hank behind the wheel. I immediately floored it. Hank raced me down Roxas Avenue and a police mobile thought we were street racers. I immediately turned on the Police scanner on the dashboard of my van.

"all units! We got two street racers. The other is a purple pimpmobile and the other is in a Mitsubishi L300!"

"who the hell races in an L300?"

"I don't care! Just send backup!"

I groaned as I heard the conversation between the cops and the Dispatch.

I immediately took out a newspaper spread it and threw it out of the window causing it to stick on Hank's windshield. He turned on the wipers but when the window was cleared, he crashed into the police mobile.

After losing the cops. I went to the pier where a small boat was there to pick up my van and take it to Corregidor Island. When we reached Corregidor I drove off the boat and drove to a secret bunker which led to a top secret facility owned by the NCIA.

After a few hours, Alexandra woke up bound to a chair.

"You! Let me go!"

"Just chill, and wait. Sorry if I had a pretty harsh approach to you."

"do you like me?"

"Nah, that's very impossible, let's just say im more into guys. Like your bodyguards! And theres a reason im about to tell you later why I can't fall in love with you."

"Gago ka ba? My team is going to look for me! Youre fucked!"

"That's the plan! I need you, and your team! Hope they bring the wind girls too!"

Suddenly an alarm went off.

"Facility is breached! Starting breach protocol!"

"I think that's them!"

I told Alex.

#trese #trese fanfic #team trese #crispin and basilio #the kambal #alexandra trese #sorry if no one makes trese fics anymore

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maria-akira · 3 years

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hi ! can i request hcs for ammie and hannah from trese ? and i also love your to the rescue oneshot ! it was so cute and fluffy (๑>◡<๑)

hannah and amie | random hcs

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hello! i'm sorry if this doesn't meet your expectations, i will gladly repeat it if you'd like, anon!

warnings: noneeee

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normal day-to-day:

for some reason, feeling ko mas maaga gumigising si hannah. amie looks like the type to make puyat or sleep in.

hannah usually cooks breakfast, she's also a great cook!! fave niyang breakfast is tocino (w suka, itlog, and kanin)

syempre pagluluto din ni hannah si amie kahit late siya gumising

pero kapag walang ulam sa bahay, gigising sila ng maaga and ma mamalengke sila !!

hindi sila maarte kapag na mamalengke, nakasuot lang sila ng shorts at tshirt/tank top (na minsan walang bra, kasi aminin natin nakakainis mag bra sa bahay)

magaling sila tumawad!!!!!

gusto ni amie na malamig tubig niya sa pag ligo, kaya siya nauuna kasi nagiinit pa ng tubig si hannah sa kusina

nag sshare sila ng clothes, toiletries (minus toothbrush hello?!?!?!), makeup, skincare <3

cute/fluffy stuff:

they both can't sleep without hugging a pillow/stuffed animal

they love giving gifts, really take the time to think about kung anong bibilin nila para sa pagbibigyan nila

they text their friends 'nakauwi ka na ba?' kapag pauwi na yung friend/s nila from a party

omg may naisip ako SHET

HEAR ME OUT!!! GIRLS SUPPORT GIRLS. LIKE LEGIT SILA YON.

they hype you up!!!!! OMG AAAA

when you feel insecure about how you look, they'd say 'ano ka ba? you're so ganda/pogi kaya! halika, let's go shopping.' AAAAA

ETO PAAAA WAIT

SILA YUNG TYPE NA IINVITE KA SUMAMA SA KANILA KAPAG MAG ISA KANG NAG CCLUBBING

"psst, psst! sama ka samin here!!"

syempre mag hhesitate ka pero gora ka naman kasi mag isa ka nga

as soon as you go to them omg sobrang bait nila

they would probably also set you up with some guys/girls at the club

OR IPAGTATANGGOL KA KAPAG MAY CREEP NA NAGHIHIT SAYO

"hey! ikaw! layo ka nga sa friend namin! you're so panget kaya, alis!"

kapag sad ka, THEY WILL SPOIL YOU OR STAY WITH YOU UNTIL YOURE OKAY <3

random stuff:

feeling ko matalino silang dalawa, especially sa math at science

they probably studied at a science high school or a catholic school before

OR THEY WERE BOTH ENROLLED AT KUMON??!?!?!

mahilig sila manuod ng mga documentaries

magaling sila kumanta ?!?!?!?!??!

secretly bookworms omg

tinry nilang maglaro ng ml pero di nila bet

feeling ko naglalaro sila ng valorant???

weird ata to pero gumagamit sila ng pads na may wings

modess ginagamit nila, ayaw nila ng whisper

marunong din sila mag bike

ETO TALAGA FEELING KO MAGALING SILA MAG CHINESE GARTER

marunong mag play ng instuments, specifically piano and violin

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sana nagustohan nyo to 🧎🏻‍♀️ internal screaming

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#trese #trese fanfic #trese imagine #hannah and amie #trese komiks #basilio #crispin #alexandra trese #basilio x reader #crispin x reader #basilio imagine #crispin imagine

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capricornus-rex · 3 years

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Basilio x Reader | Untitled Oneshot (English version)

Original Filipino x English version

You noticed that Basilio has been standing in front of the mirror and doing his hair for five minutes already. You’ve probably passed by his bedroom a couple times, finding him in the same position each time.

“I wanna try something on you,”

Basilio finally lets go of his hair. You didn’t want to admit that you got envious for a moment when the end of his hair bounced. It was a silent invitation for you to come in. You grab the comb sitting on his nightstand, he settled on the foot-end of the bed and you sat behind him.

First, the comb runs through his hair effortlessly. Your free hand holds the length of it and it was so silky that you couldn’t keep your hands off of it. When you eventually got a hold of yourself, you ran your fingers through the top part of his hair going downwards, then he slightly shook his head.

“Stop moving!” You squealed while raking three separate strands of hair to prepare for a braid.

“Your fingernails tickle!” he said laughingly, but he’s trying his best not to.

“It’s easier to just fingercomb it,” you reasoned, but you kept the playfulness intact. “Aww, you’ve got pretty hair.”

Basilio purred as you started to braid his hair. As a matter, simply feeling your fingers running through his jet black locks comforted him. In the middle of braiding, he caressed your wrist and the back of your hand when he felt it close to him. His touch compelled you to pause.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing…” he trailed off. “I just felt like I haven’t caressed you enough today.”

You didn’t have a moment’s chance to react; Basilio gingerly tugs your hand, bringing it closer to his lip. It’s funny, you thought, that the demigod son of a war god could have so much warmth in him. He didn’t let go after kissing your hand, he took his time in fiddling those candlestick-thin fingers; they found their way into the spaces between his own.

“Is that really what’s on your mind?”

You leaned against his back, your chin resting over his broad shoulder. His breathing was relaxed, but you sense something else. Almost like he’s afraid.

I guess demigods can be scared too. You thought.

Basilio turned his head to face you, the tips of your noses rubbing against each other, your hand—still enclosed in his—manages to stroke his chiseled cheek.

“I guess I got scared all of a sudden,” confessed Basilio. “Maybe one day, something might happen to you, and I won’t be around to protect you.”

“I doubt that,” you light chuckled. “You’re too clingy to me.”

“You tired of it?” he teased.

“Nah,” you grinned. You slightly crinkled your nose until you caught a whiff of a familiar scent. “Have you been using my conditioner?”

Your long-haired demigod boyfriend turned into a deer in the headlights. One long “Uh” proved his guilt. His sentence? A pillow to the head.

“No wonder it ran out too soon!”

“I’m sorry, love! I’ll make it up to you, I’ll buy something bigger—than me.”

Another pillow to the face.

“Idiot, be thankful I love you otherwise I’d choke you.”

Basilio’s eyelids drooped, and emerged a smug grin, “Why not?”

Your free hand trailed upwards, passing across the groove of his chest, your tiny hand barely even wrapping his neck. You dared to put pressure on your grip and he responded with a coy smile. He thought he was playing it fair when his one finger traced a line along your cheek to your breast.

Exchanging smirks at just an inch away from each other, he wasted no time in grabbing you by the small of your waist and bringing you down with him as he lies down in bed.

You clicked your tongue, brushing away a stray strand of hair across his face, “Your hair’s ruined.”

“That’s okay. You can pull it,”

“What?”

“What,” again, he flashed that toothy, childish grin at you that seemed to make you feel tingly all over.

You hate that you love seeing it on his face. And he knows it—no wonder he always pulls it on you.

#trese #trese on netflix #netflix trese #trese fic #trese fanfic #kambal #the twins #crispin and basilio #crispin #basilio #basilio fic #basilio x reader #basilio x reader fic #oneshot #trese oneshot #basilio oneshot #basilio x reader oneshot #english version

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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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trese-fam · 3 years

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Tahan.

Summary: On the night following their battle with Talagbusao, Alexandra checks on the twins.

Relationships: The Kambal (Crispin & Basilio) & Alexandra Trese [Platonic]

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: A bit of swearing, mentions of death, and fears of losing control.

Disclaimer: I don’t own Trese!

Ao3 Cross-Post: “Tahan.” by RandmWriter

On the night that follows the battle with Talagbusao, Alexandra Trese wants nothing more than to lie down and sleep the days away. She wants to feel the weariness drain from her bones, and to stop resisting the heaviness that tugs down her eyelids. She wants to relax; she wants to heal; she wants to rest, certainly-

But she doesn't.

She does none of these things; not yet at least.

It's not that she's restless; she knows she could be out like a light if she wanted to be - but she also senses that her work isn't over yet. There's another duty she has yet to fulfill - a responsibility she takes as seriously as her other sacred mantles - and she's never been one to leave a task unfinished.

And so, at three in the morning, Alexandra Trese makes her way downstairs, with a good guess as to who she'll find there.

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The living room is quiet, save for the low noise of the TV and the hushed whirring of the fan. Sparse amounts of light filter in through the curtains from the streetlamp outside - its faint orange glow lighting the room just enough so that she doesn't bump into the furniture. On any other night, Alexandra supposes she would have found comfort in the peaceful ambiance of the scene - but on this night, it is the farthest thing from her mind.

What matters to her are the two figures she can see on the sofa.

Their posture is the first thing that tells her that something is wrong. Growing up with these twins, she knows that whenever they watch TV in the middle of the night (especially after sneaking out of their room as kids, when they were expressly told not to), they instinctively spread out across the length of the sofa. It's a fact of life that Basilio always commandeers the armrest on the left, while Crispin leans on the armrest on the right. The fact that they're sitting here now - postures hunched but still upright - is enough for Alexandra's stomach to clench uncomfortably.

She moves closer to the pair to investigate. She makes her footsteps deliberately loud to let them know that she’s here - but it's only when she's nearly in front of the two that they seem to register her presence, and they visibly startle despite her efforts. The knot in Alexandra's stomach tightens further; whatever is bothering them is enough to distract them to a worrying degree.

"Bossing," the twins say in unison - eyes wide with shock - and it's their tone that finally cements Alexandra's theory that something is terribly wrong.

Because Crispin and Basilio sound afraid.

There is fear - genuine and terrible - that bleeds into their voices. It lines their faces and it straightens their spines - and without thinking, they shift down the sofa - half a step away from her.

All at once, Alexandra is struck by how wrong this whole situation is.

The twins never acted like this around her. They would be sheepish at times - yes - or guilty and avoidant on others. But to be truly afraid of her? To move away from her instinctively?

She does not like this one bit.

She pushes the worry that clouds her mind to the side - and it's then that she can see the roiling mass of emotions in those twin sets of eyes. She sees the fear, yes - but it's far more complex than she initially thought. They look afraid of her, but they also look afraid for her - as if she's in danger - as if they're facing something they can't protect her from - as if-

Oh.

So that's what it is. Hm. She sees it now.

Alexandra sighs heavily.

She should have known that they would blame themselves for falling under Talagbusao's control. That they would doubt their capacity to protect her, and question if it was safe for her to be around them at all.

Half of her genuinely wants to laugh at how ridiculous the thought of them ever hurting her sounds, while the other half wants to sigh in exasperation. Count on her boys to blame themselves for something they couldn't control, and then give themselves absolutely no credit for snapping out of the god of war's thrall.

Alexandra takes a deep breath and focuses her gaze on the twins. They're still staring at her with poorly-veiled apprehension - as if they have no idea what reaction to expect from her. Of all the emotions this sight could inspire, it's nostalgia that rises to the surface. They had looked at her like this the night after Basilio threatened to punch her.

Heh. They've all come quite a long way, haven't they? The bond between the three of them had become a part of her - and she sure as hell wasn't going to let their terrible excuse of a father undo years of faith and trust.

Her next step is clear now.

Without any hesitation, Alexandra strides towards the sofa and plops herself down in the small gap between the two twins. Again, they startle - their bodies tensing as they scooch hastily to make room for her on the couch. As soon as she has just enough space, she grabs the twins by their biceps - preventing them moving further away from her. The fact that they reflexively pull away at the contact makes something in Alexandra's chest ache, but she shakes it off quickly and holds fast to their arms. That is what she's here to fix.

A strangled sound of distress escapes their throats and they open their mouths to protest - but Alexandra beats them to it.

"Don’t be foolish," she says - tone gruff and allowing absolutely no room for argument. Almost immediately, she can hear the click of their jaws snapping shut.

It's probably not the most comforting thing to say to two demigods on edge - but these two had never been just demigods. These are the twins - the twins she grew up with and fought with and bled with - the twins that she had called family despite their rocky beginnings. She knows that they can hear what she truly wants to say.

'There's no reason to be afraid. There's no reason to think you would ever hurt me. Don't be foolish, you two. Of course I trust you both.'

It takes a few seconds for her words to sink in - but when they do, the change they inspire is evident. The twins haven't stopped staring at her - but rather than fear solely filling their gazes, she now sees genuine confusion and the faintest glimmer of hope shining in their eyes.

Their confused expressions make her pause. Don't... don't they know how much faith she has in them?

Well then... she just has to kick it up a notch, now, doesn't she?

With purposeful movements, she grabs the remote control from the coffee table in front of them, and she makes a show of flipping through the channels before finally settling on a program. She fixes her gaze on the TV and proceeds to watch the late-night shopping channel on the screen - making herself perfectly comfortable on the couch. The message she's sending is clear: she's not going anywhere, because she isn't afraid of them in the slightest.

And of course, the boys understand.

Out of the corner of her eye, she can see their expressions morph into ones of gratitude and awe - and her heart clenches when she realizes that those looks are directed solely at her. She has to stop herself from returning their gaze, and resolves to keep her eyes on the screen to drive her point home.

A beat passes before Crispin and Basilio shift their focus to one another - their eyes locking just above her head. Alexandra settles further into the sofa cushions and watches the TV program in earnest; she knows what they're doing, and she isn't going interfere. She's seen it before - on long rides in the car and on lazy mornings at the breakfast table: the silent conversation she knows only they are capable of having.

It lasts for a few moments before they seem to come to an agreement.

Suddenly, Alexandra can't help the nervousness that flutters in her stomach - particularly when she realizes that she has no idea what the two of them have just decided. She really hopes her plan worked. It's either that, or they both just agreed to retreat to their rooms and stew in their turmoil alone.

She doesn't realize she's holding her breath until she feels the twins shift, and then move to settle more comfortably beside her. She tries not to make her relief too obvious, but she feels it all the same.

Slowly but surely, the tension fades from the air and melts from all their frames - leaving behind a warm and unburdened silence. The quiet peace croons softly to the two demigods - and when Alexandra steals a glance at them, she sees the twins slowly succumbing to the temptation of sleep.

Basilio's eyelids have begun to droop, and she suspects it won't be long until the youngest of the group slips into the land of dreams. Crispin, however, is different story. Alexandra sees the older twin's head drowsily fall forward - but he's quick to snap his head up and blink himself awake.

Alexandra observes him for a moment, and when she sees the shadow of fear in his eyes, she quickly draws the conclusion. Without missing a beat, she takes hold of Crispin's ear and gives it a quick tug. The older twin startles - though not as badly as before, which she counts as a win - and he fixes his bossing with a look of shocked confusion.

Alexandra only has to narrow her eyes at him to get her point across.

'I know what you're thinking. No, you won't lose control if you fall asleep. And no, you're not going to hurt me. That's ridiculous. I already told you to stop being foolish.'

For a few seconds, Crispin blinks at her owlishly - realizing that he's been read like a book and caught red-handed. Then, ever so slowly, his surprised expression shifts into a small sheepish smile. It's such a little thing, she knows, but Alexandra can't help the warmth that blooms in her chest at the sight.

That. That is the expression she’s used to seeing on her twins' faces - free from fear and terror as it should be.

As Crispin finally stops resisting his exhaustion's pull, Alexandra begins to hum a quiet tune. It’s a lullaby her mother used to sing. She supposes she knew the words, once upon a time - but they had faded from her memory long, long ago.

The tune, though, she remembers.

It's a slow melody - steady and calming, like the gentle current of a stream flowing through her fingers. The song floats softly around the room, enveloping the small family in a tranquil peace - restful, quiet, and unhurried.

And again, Alexandra can't help the nostalgia that washes over her.

She remembers the last time she hummed this melody - years and years ago, on a night very much like this. It was the night she finally began to understand the young twins in her family's care; the night she found two little boys in front of the television set, unable to sleep on the anniversary of their mother's death. Young as she was then, it was a pain she knew well.

And so she had sat between them and hummed her mother's tune - hoping the song would bring them as much comfort as it always brought her. She remembers the way those little boys curled up beside her that night - so vulnerable and so so trusting, that she finally understood why her father had taken them in.

And tonight, she feels those same twins shift, finally giving into to the rest they so desperately need. They're not little boys anymore - they're bigger, stronger, and more powerful than the young twins she once knew. And yet - as she hums her quiet song - she feels their forms curl towards her in their sleep - each of their heads finding one of her shoulders to rest on.

The song pauses to allow Alexandra one shuddering breath, before it softly resumes.

She doesn't know how long they stay that way - and she finds that she doesn't really care. She continues her song as the moon makes its journey across the sky, well into the late, late hours of night.

Alexandra knows the two twins are already asleep. She knows that she can stop humming her tune and they would be none the wiser. She knows she can go; she knows she can leave; she can do all of this, certainly...

...But she doesn't.

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Author's Note:

Hi there! Thank you so much for reading my fic!

Full disclosure: I have yet to read the Trese comics, and I have lot more to learn about the fandom! That said, I read online that the relationship in the Trese comics between Alexandra and the Kambal is fairly different from their relationship in the Netflix series - with the Netflix series placing a greater emphasis on family. So this fic is definitely heavily-based on the Netflix series!

I really hope Alexandra didn't come off as too OOC - but if she did, I'd also love to know so that I can work on it and hopefully write her better! This fic is just a place to dump my found family feels for these three - but I'd still love to get more advice on how to write the characters better!

Also! Parts of this fic were inspired by kirichin's story called "kuya"! It has Trese-typical content warnings, but it's a heartwarming story about Crispin and Basilio!

That's all for now!

As always, all feedback is loved and appreciated! I'd also love any constructive criticism you might have (and I'd really appreciate it if you could phrase the criticism politely)!

Also, please feel free to send me a message or an ask! I’d love to get to know all of you more!

Stay safe everyone!

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