#amie trese

[jmmangkukulam]

had a little fun with the Barbie Selfie Generator hehe

[infernal-feminae]

idk when or if I'll ever use them but I've been considering these girlies as faceclaims for the Glam Sisters' human disguises

[never-a-someone]

🌬 HAY LIN 🌬

as HABAGAT

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double post? yes! while sick? im so strong (do not copy me)

i couldn't leave hay lin out!!! not when she's my favorite!!!!!!!! even in the reboot i find her charming!!!!!

Habagat is a kind of North Wind spirit :3 i got inspiration from Trese's Hannah and Amie! their wind spirit form to be exact! (I love trese)

im the most proud of this one :)

no glowy glow either sadly :( but hey i don't mind it for her!!

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[weirdocartoongirl]

Allies of Elaine's Crew from my universe

List:

The Age

Ariel Risen

Cole Carlos

Cassy Remy

Amy Williams

Kylie Karla-Gregory

Monique

Phoebe Sparks

Amaryllis (High Guardian Spice)

Little Bill (My version)

Sofi "Zoo" Wong

Tulip Olsen

Mao Mao

K.O

Zee Zatara/Zatanna (2019 ver.)

Vambre

Izuku/Deku

Ami and Yumi

Corey and the Grojband

Sal Fisher (as a ghost)

The Molly Gang

Jessica Flintridge

Mars (MWatGG)

McGee (Camp Lakebuttom)

Alexandra Trese

Alice (EverWing)

She-Zow

Tiffy (Candy Crush)

[adarlingmess]

Trese X Cursed Images feat. snapchat captions by Crispin

Rough translation:

First: idiot’s so wasted he’s drinking straight from the empi bottle (Empi is short for Emperador, a local brandy that’s 36% ABV OOF)

Second: omg even hannah and amie’s powers aren’t working basilio’s still on fire (THIS IS A VERY ADVANCED JOKE LOL if you haven’t read Tiger Burning Bright yet, don’t attempt to look it up unless you want spoilers. Read the comics on Kajo Baldisimo’s IG at your own risk!)

[evil-giggling]

The Kambal Headcanons

(how you met + how he fell for you + how he asks you out) 

AKA i'm a simp but i am too lazy to write a full fic rn so have this (i only have anime knowledge so comic readers bear with me)

Basilio:

— okay, so like

— you're amie's youngest sibling

— you take on a more western slang than them because you're on the internet for long periods of time

— you don't like the races because they are loud and annoying

— but despite your differences with your sister, you love each other a lot and would kill for each other

— that said, you met basilio when he had that messy family reunion with his father

— ofc datu talagbusao kicked your ass ('di ka si alexandra trese bestie) but you still put up a good fight and you were hella sexy doing so (at least basilio the simp thought so) 

— he was legitimately like: 😮

— he follows you around like a lost puppy and you're just like "?????? leave me alone i'm not interested" 

— basilio, "i know u're not but i certainly am" 

— alexandra is as tired as you honestly, but she's secretly rooting for him

— crispin is just clowning him everytime you shoot basilio down

— your sister is constantly teasing you

— "i thought you were gonna be a virgin for life pa naman!" 

— you just walk away while she and hannah giggle to each other and they don't notice you

— although you'd never admit to it, you do kind of find basilio cute, and, well, charming

— but you get attached too easily, and you wouldn't want to catch feelings when you know it's gonna be temporary

— and, well, you have a lot of insecurities (self hatred) in you so you kind of assume that if he gets to know you better he'll just get turned off and scared away

— but you're actually amazing and it honestly does the opposite

— he actually goes from "wow so sexy please bed me" to "wow so sexy please marry me" 

— and when he comes to your house with your favorite flowers (they're plastic, he says it's because it would be like you, always beautiful and never wilting, but it's actually because he was scared there was a chance you'd be allergic), and he says that he's going to court you, and you're like, "😧😦😳" 

— and your sister and her friend are incessantly giggling behind you, and they usher basilio in, talking about how he has their blessing in wooing their sibling, as long as he doesn't break your heart, or else they'll break his family jewels. 

— that last part was said sweetly, and so casually, that it made you laugh, and made basilio sweat drop. 

— but despite the nervousness he felt after your sister and hannah gave him the shovel talk, he still managed to give you a sweet, mischievous grin

— and if your heart fluttered and your stomach dipped, well, that's a secret only for you to know. 

Crispin:

— here, u're like, ibu's child

— a successor, of sorts

— meaning you're a demigod, like crispin 

— your powers sort of work like,, you're a living death note

— you can will people to die,, but it's very limited since you're only half a god 

— your mother lets you wander the human world normally, never speaking to you personally, only through her emissary

— that said, you've always known the trese trio

— you've been friends with them for like, forever, and you have been pining for crispin just as long

— (dw bestie, the tags r "childhood friends to lovers", "feelings realization" and "mutual pining") 

— it all started when alex's mother died, you greeted her as a new friend, which is honestly quite ironic

— but you are opposites, yet so similar, so your conversations are always stimulating and interesting

— you visit the day the kambal are fostered into their homes, and you can already feel the presence of the half immortal children

— you step in cautiously and immediately a body is slammed into you

— it was crispin, after just being bodily thrown by his brother, basilio

— you were lowkey pissed, as you'd dived right into the mud, and you were about to cuss at them when you heard tito anton's voice, and immediately calmed yourself down. 

— crispin was already cussing at basilio, and didnt stop at tito anton's entrance, and was about to jump at his brother viciously, before you clamped your hand down at his shoulder to stop him, using every bit of your godly strength

— and when crispin realized you're like him he looks at you, all elated, curious, and surprised. 

— you flush under the attention, and instead of lunging for his brother, crispin bombards you with questions, and tito anton realizes he no longer needs to interfere, as you try to answer every question both of the twins bombard you with now

— years later, after alex exits balete tree, you've long since known that you felt something for crispin. basilio knows, too, and you made him swear not to tell or else he'll face the wrath of goddess ibu's only daughter

— but crispin is still crispin, and he doesnt know about your feelings, or his own. 

— it isn't until you nearly melt in a puddle of jealousy as one of the wind spirits beds crispin that you feel that it's all kinda hopeless

— you get out and party with the wind spirits, 'cause they are pretty cool gals (haha no,,, you dont have a puppy crush on them, you tell yourself, you know, like a liar) 

— and once they realize that oh, you're drinking cause of crispin. they do their best to make you forget about it, as an apology (even though they didnt need to—you still deserved it, falling in love with an idiot and all) 

— and this is where shit hits the fan, 'cause you wake up with a splitting head ache, naked and a man in your be—

— oh fuck, you're naked with a man in your bed

— you check your body—bruises, soreness, and—and—

— oh, tangina. now someone's knocking at your door, who the fuck could be here at such an early—it's 12 pm in the afternoon

— you let out a small whine of protest, before grabbing the nearest shirt, and some underwear and shirts, and open the door to your apartment. 

— "oh hi alex, basilio, crispin."

— but theyre all just looking at you. alex in fleeting surprise, but she ultimately just accepts it, basilio looks like he's about to split his face with how big his shit-eating grin is, and crispin looks constipated. 

— (he'd just been slapped in the head by alex the previous night about him realizing his feelings for you. and—and how you feel the same way. but—you're, you have hickeys on your neck, and you smell different, and he's gonna kill someone right now) 

— you realize your situation, and you immediately explain yourself. a party, being black out drunk, and only remembering bits and parts. 

— crispin feels searing anger, alex looks agitated, and basilio has his brows furrowed. 

— she knows immediately what theyre thinking about, and she reassures them that she could still remember giving her permission, and the person was black out drunk as well. there were discarded condoms in the trash can, too

— they all feel reassured, except for crispin. he still wants to punch the guy in the face. maybe kill him—he doesnt know, but then the guy enters, and he nearly stands up and commits a crime

— but then a familiar hand, and familiar strength was on his shoulder, just as fast as he was. calm down, your face seemed to say, so he did. 

— the guy stands awkwardly at so many people staring at him (and the one murderous pair of black eyes), saying a goodbye, before going out. 

— alex and (after some rough convincing from the former) basilio left to give crispin and you some space to talk, and talk you two did. 

— there are tears, confessions, makeouts, sucking over the hickeys you were given and making them larger—

— yeah, you get the gist. 

[x-infernhoes-x]

Merry-Go Round of Life- Amie and Hannah x Fem! Reader

 Title: Merry- Go Round of Life

Genre: Fluff, Romance, WLW, Happy Ending

Warning(s): Not much

Description: Inspired by my love for ballet since forever and that one time in 2019 where I finally got to see a show with a friend. (Psst, if you’re said friend and are reading this, thank you. I will treasure that moment forever.) Also inspired by @maria-akira​​’s random hc’s for both Hannah and Amie which you could find here! I also took the liberty to watch a ballet show on Youtube as I was writing this to get into the feeling of it! Either way, I hope you guys enjoy this one!

 PS. There’s going to be a reference from my Dominic imagine that shows that Dom and his girl get a happy ending, and a couple few references from maria-akira’s headcanons about them both so keep an eye out! OH and I’d like to give @thera-daydreams​​ a huge shout-out for blessing the fandom with names for Dominic’s bodyguards! Just wanna say I love your work and that I can’t wait for the next update of Inday! Also, this is the first time I will be introducing my Trese OC in the fanfic! Her bio’s going to be up soon while I work on my fics such as the Tapia x Reader fic and Evermore part 2!

7-5-2021 Note: Ngl to you besties but this was the longest fanfic I have ever worked on hdsjhjsgh like I started this on the 29th of June. Like….slow burn much??

7-6-2021 Note: I’ll be honest with you guys, this was my first time writing a poly-fic and one that shows how life is between all of them and sharing the same space. I tried my best on this one since I make sure it sounded relatable for those who are in a polyamorous relationship! Also I wasn’t exactly clear on Amie and Hannah’s relation towards each other like are they related or anything so I went for the two of them being close best friends instead. Also I highly recommend listening to Merry Go Round of Life from Howl’s Moving Castle!

       Hannah and Amie may look like Manila’s Resident It Girls, possessing a sort of ethereal beauty who loved to party, attend drag races, and everything in between, you would expect them to be the type of girls who would have a great disregard for the arts and the type of girls who would complain about housework but behind those fair facades and lipstick smiles, they were completely and entirely different from what the world has perceived them as. Behind the scenes, the two of them were more than what the outside thinks them to be.

They were both beauty and brains combined. They were brave, strong, and selfless women who can hold up their fights and would not hesitate to fight for their rights. They were strong advocates of the term ‘girls support girls’ hell, even their friends say that they were the embodiment of the very term itself. Occasionally, the two of them would even go out of their way to help out in charities and various organizations that would benefit either the people in need, nature, animals and the like. Both of them are also good at sports, huge bookworms, and are very talented in music, dance and the arts, hell they were even good at traditional Filipino games such as Piko and Chinese Garter. Between the two of them, Amie was the more active one who would engage in sports such as Volleyball, Soccer, and Boxing while Hannah focused on Badminton, Sepak Takraw, and Arnis.

But out of all of those things, the two of them had a love for Ballet.  Tonight was a different night for the both of them where they would take breaks from the Drag Race scene and settle into something they haven’t done in a very long time. The two of them decided to watch CCP’s Ballet Philippines’ show of Swan Lake. Although it wasn’t a last-minute decision, it was more or less a friend of theirs who had accidentally ordered tickets for tonight’s show instead of the afternoon one. Although Amie was more of a Cinderella than Swan Lake, Hannah seemed to be excited about it, eager for the time the two of them would finally get the chance to watch the show. Tonight, they’ve traded their fabulous runaway model looks for something much simpler, casual, laid-back, and fit for a ballet show. Though they did make sure that their outfits for tonight were still fashionable and color-coordinated, the two of them set off sometime around 5:30 pm to make it on time for their scheduled show which was at 7:00 pm.

The two wind spirits then arrived at their destination as the duo then bid Alex and the twins goodbye, thanking the trio for letting them ride with them since Maliksi was currently unavailable. Once they’ve gone on their separate ways, both Hannah and Amie entered the premises, buzzing with energy and bright smiles as they walked inside, hand in hand. Inside the theatre’s lobby, it was buzzing with patrons of all ages, genders, and races, the lobby was as glamorous as ever with glittering lights shining above their heads, distracted by the glamour the building holds, around the lower floor were several art exhibits holding all sorts of creations from whimsical and merry to majestic and almost life-like. Amie and Hannah both enjoyed the exhibit itself before the two of them went up to the second floor where the Main Theater was. Once it was time for everyone to head inside for the show, the duo then made their way over to their seats while they were accompanied by one of the staff after their tickets were scanned. The two of them took their seats, holding their copies of Ballet Philippines’ magazines that were given to them when the staff was handing some of them out to the guests. One by one the theater began to fill up slowly with people and Amie managed to point out some of the familiar faces they know out in the crowd discretely. In one of the upper boxes by their left was the newly-crowned King of Aswangs, Dominic sat along with his entourage that consisted of his two bodyguards named Viatrix and Ursule, his emissary and younger sister of Viatrix and Ursule, Kasimira who sat beside Dominic’s human wife and the now crowned Duchess of the Aswang tribes, holding her husband’s hand lovingly as they spoke in hushed tones. Soon the lights dimmed around them, encasing the whole theater in temporal darkness before the velveteen curtains parted to show a projection of a swan, the orchestra playing their first notes as the show began.

Time flew by them like a gentle breeze and soon Act 1 of Swan Lake was finished as the people applauded the dancer’s for their superb performance. It was a surprise when Amie had whispered to Hannah that she was starting to like Swan Lake. Act 2 soon followed and everything seemed to change from there on the moment they set their eyes on the ballerina who was playing the role of Odette, (Y/N) (L/N). She moved with such grace and style that seemed to stand out of the crowd, almost as if she was a wind spirit herself, dancing among the clouds. Hannah and Amie couldn’t place their fingers on it but it almost felt like they knew each other from a distant past almost like a dream.  Whenever she came out on stage they would only focus on her and her only, almost in a trance, completely unable to tear their gaze away from the ballet dancer, and somehow they could catch her staring back discretely as she danced and this continued for an hour like shy lovers exchanging longing glances from across the room. Soon the show ended and both Hannah and Amie knew this was their time to finally meet her up close and personal.

It was difficult to reach (Y/N) at this point because everyone was busy either interviewing some of the dancers, photo ops here and there, and a couple few relatives and patrons chatting among themselves as the cast made their rounds around the place. “Umuwi nalang kaya tayo, Hannah.” Amie would tell Hannah who was actively looking around for (Y/N) through the throng of people that seemed to grow even further and that they were pretty convinced that she had already gone backstage. Sighing, Hannah was then about to agree and walk away with Amie before they heard it. A voice softer than any song and sweeter than any honey, it sounded light and inquisitive that made both girls stop in their tracks. “Excuse me, are you Hannah and Amie?” The two silver-haired females had never spun so quickly in their whole lives, their hearts jumping slightly at the action, and there before them was the very person that they were looking for in the first place—(Y/N) who was still wearing her costume from the show, a warm smile plastered upon her lips as she stood before them. “Ay yes, kami nga yun.” Hannah was the first to speak, feeling blood rush to her cheeks due to the fluttery feeling she felt burst upon her chest. This was the first time Hannah had felt like this towards anybody really, it was almost as if her confidence had diminished right before her eyes and she could tell Amie was the same too. The two of them were always confident and flirty towards the people they’ve been with but this was the first time they had felt like this in a long while almost as if they were meeting again for the first time in their lives and the same feeling of knowing them somewhere seemed to return even stronger than it was earlier. “Mabuti naman! I honestly thought the two of you already left! Kasimira and Maliksi told me about you guys before! I’m glad na makikila ko  kayo ng personal! Ako nga pala si (Y/N). It’s a pleasure to meet you both!” (Y/N) said rather enthusiastically, a beautiful grin plastered on her face that seemed to reach her eyes. At the mention of both Maliksi and Kasimira the two girls temporarily exchanged glances before Hannah caught Kasimira looking at their way with a wink and a playful smile, pressing a finger against her light pink lips before she left with her sisters. Both of them made a mental note to thank the Prince of Tikbalangs and the Emissary of the Aswang King later.

Amie then stepped forward finally gaining the courage to speak after Hannah had gone quiet, flashing  (Y/N) a smile of her own. “Pleased to meet you too, (Y/N). Ako nga pala si Amie.” Nodding over to Hannah, the other smiled at the ballerina before she spoke, “At ako si Hannah. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, (Y/N).”

Looking back at that memory, it felt as if it had just happened yesterday despite a couple of years that had gone by the three of them. Yes, three. The moment Hannah and Amie had met (Y/N) the three of them knew they would be the greatest of friends and perhaps maybe something more than just that. It was hard at first for both Hannah and Amie because of how they had the same feelings towards the talented ballerina but somehow they’ve managed to work through it, constantly pushing down their feelings for her. Throughout the countless days and nights they would spend with her, the feelings seemed to grow stronger alongside the bond they all share, there were days where Hannah would accompany (Y/N) to one of the studios she would practice at, sometimes Hannah would bring her violin with her just to play for (Y/N) as she danced.

On other days, it was Amie who would be with her for the whole day. Instead of ballet, (Y/N) insisted on going to the gym with her or would play sports. There was a time where Amie was genuinely surprised at the mere fact that (Y/N) also did sports like Muay Thai, Parkour, and Kickboxing aside from ballet, and both of them would occasionally spar or teach each other what they knew about their respective sports. Over the weekends, the three of them would always have a girl’s night out either watching Maliksi on his matches, clubbing with Kasimira and her sisters, and basically everything in between. There was never a dull moment between all of them. They would do almost everything together and one of their favorite past-times contained both Hannah and Amie playing their instruments while (Y/N) danced around her apartment, sometimes the three of them would even go out shopping together while occasionally defending each other against creeps who would try and hit on them. Amie’s favorite memory was that one time (Y/N) along with the help of Hannah stop this one creep from harassing one of the salesladies and watch his face turn white the moment both Hannah and (Y/N) landed a punch on the guy’s face. Throughout the years they’ve spent together, both of them had decided to confess to (Y/N) the moment her show had ended and mostly away from prying eyes and ears. Luckily, she had reciprocated their feelings and confessed that she had also felt the same towards the both of them and never wanted to pick between the two of them and break the other’s heart, which resulted in Amie hugging her and Hannah placing a loving kiss upon her forehead as a way to tell her that they were both glad that she had felt the same as well. Despite being polyamorous, this seemed to spark a lot of controversies, several rumors, and backlash from people that never understood how it was. The three of them faced a lot of difficulties together and (Y/N), Amie and Hannah fought for each other.

They were deeply in love with one another and cared for each other more than anything in this world and at this point, the three of them thought they were unstoppable. Date nights never seemed to be dull and all members of the relationship were content with each other, there wasn’t a single fight ever, and if there was, someone was bound to apologize quickly and forget the fight ever happened at all. Sundays were spent playing music together and the rest of the days flew by them like a breeze and soon Hannah and Amie moved in with their girlfriend, (Y/N) since driving back and forth seemed to be taxing for everyone (Amie and Hannah never needed to drive however since they were Wind Spirits but (Y/N) wasn’t so the best course of action was to live with her instead). Throughout living together in the same space, all three of the girls seemed to pick up on the small things, habits, and quirks they’ve never heard of such as (Y/N) talking in her sleep, Amie being a notorious night-owl and a secret shitposter and Hannah who was, surprisingly, a messy sleeper between the two.

Pets were another thing as well, at first, it was only (Y/N) and her pet cat but ever since Hannah and Amie moved in with her, birds of all various kinds seemed to flock towards their apartment to the point the neighbors thought of it as bizarre and since there was a feline in the mix, it was hard to keep the cat away from the wild birds Amie and Hannah took care of. Living together with (Y/N) made Hannah and Amie forget about the fact that they were wind spirits, destined to live on forever, and being with their beloved girlfriend made them think they’d grow old together. The thought had hit them during a certain time of vulnerability but (Y/N) made sure that her two girlfriends lived the life the three of them always wanted.

It was bittersweet really but the three went on to marry each other they’ve decided it was the right time. The ceremony itself was a simple one, attended by close friends and certain family members, and was led by Hank who happened to be an ordained minister and the trio had never looked so in love than they were before. The years they’ve spent together were in pure bliss and color and all three went on to have very fulfilling lives until the end of (Y/N)’s mortal life. Though the pain was unbearable of losing someone so dear to them, Hannah and Amie had never expected something to happen two years after they lost (Y/N).

 As Hannah and Amie were looking through their Wedding Album while cleaning, they heard a knock upon their door. At this time of day, their friends were usually busy with their own lives and all, glancing at each other, Hannah could only close the album shut as she spoke, “May binili ka ba online this week, Amie??” Amie could only shake her head at this as she replied, “Wala naman, Han. I mean, sinigurado ko rin na bayad na yung upa natin for this month e. Do you think we should check?” Before Hannah could answer, the person standing outside their door finally spoke, the voice shaking them both to the core, “Han, Amie, pakibukas naman yung pinto please!”  Both wide-eyed and surprised, the two girls made their way to the door, opening it quickly as they could, silently praying and hoping to the gods that they weren’t dreaming or hearing things.

 The door swung open and before them was (Y/N) in all of her glory. No longer was she old and wrinkly but rather she looked just the way they had met her all those years ago. Young, healthy, and blooming and now dressed in a white dress that looked like it was made out of clouds but what striked both Hannah and Amie was her eyes and hair---instead of their real colors, were nearly the same as theirs but completely different, almost reminding them of Cirrus clouds and it took both Hannah and Amie to realize that (Y/N) was a different type of air elemental but regardless of their realization, the two of them could only tackle her into a tight hug, crying and sobbing out of joy that she had come back to them and that the promise of forever was no longer a promise. Their love for each other seemed to reach the hearts of the gods above them and decided to never part the three lovers ever again. They will forever remain together for all eternity, dancing across the clouds and the skies.

[the-lazyyy-artist]

And So It Goes...

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

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

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CHAPTER ONE: Kaibigan o Pag-ibig?

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

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

Which also means more time to stare at Dominic.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[artsy-alice]

Trese Episode 2 but the prize for helping win the race is the Lakan herself. 🤭💕

[kamwashere]

me: yeah i watch trese for the plot

the plot:

[sparkleugene]

ladies and gents, THEM

i mean

[coffeerekohai]

hello wind girlies Amie & Hannah

[jmmangkukulam]

Aghhh these stickers are so CUTE! (1, 2)

I'm torn between just keeping them safe & unused or to slap them all over my desk💗🏃‍♀️

[maria-akira]

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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[tresekomiks]

trese | episode 5 “my professional assessment? shit hit the fan.”

[adarlingwrites]

Leave it to the Wind

Summary: Between deadlines, an awful transport system, and aswangs lurking about in the shadows, you have much to worry about as a college student in Manila, and it's so much that your social life is practically dead. Your wind people roommates want to help you remedy that.

Words: 9343

Relationships: The Kambal/Reader (Crispin/Reader/Basilio)

Warnings: Adult content, alcohol, brief scene of sexual harassment

Author’s Notes: God, the fandom is so thirsty for the Kambal, and so am I. Finally, some Filipino himbo representation.

The premise is: Hannah and Amie decides to play matchmaker. Hilarity ensues. Smut ensues. Please be nice, I based the characterizations of the character on the Netflix series and Trese wiki pages since I couldn't get my hands on the original comics yet oof. Some words, like terms of endearment and curse words, will remain in Filipino. Translations are provided. Reader is AFAB and is referred to with female pronouns.

Reposting this from AO3 with all three chapters in one post. A Filipino (Taglish) translation is in the works!

I

You don’t know how they managed to convince you, to be honest.

You rarely ever go out at night anymore. So many strange incidents transpire in Manila’s narrow streets. Just recently, you’ve heard of a new story about a tikbalang who allegedly participated in illegal street races.

So when your roommates and friends Amie and Hannah invited you for a night out, you hesitated. You gave them every excuse you can think of; you needed to do laundry, you needed to study, you needed to finish a project, and so on.

You know that the two of them are wind people, but you can’t help but think. Which of the various stories you had been hearing are real? What else in this world you haven’t witnessed yet?

“Aw, you’re such a buzzkill! Pretty please? You don’t go out with us as often. Enjoy yourself a little,” Amie whines, lying on the sofa of your living room.

On the other hand, Hannah turns to you with a mischievous grin on her face. “C’mon, get dressed already,” she commanded. “There are some total hotties we’d like you to meet! One of them might catch your eye!”

“I told you, I don’t need a relationship. You two try this every week. How do you even know so many people?” you retort, laughing softly at yourself.

“Well, our night lives are active,” Hannah retorted. “Don’t forget our sex lives!” the other added. Hearing those words, you felt your face get flushed with heat.

You needed a good fuck.

“Damn it, fine! As long as you pay for me.”

They finally got you to say yes.

As the night went on, you went to several bars, and you swore that you had explored every crevice of the city. It doesn’t help that the guy Amie and Hannah were with, a tall, dark and handsome man with flowing locks of black hair, drove like a demon. You got around quickly in no time.

Around an hour after midnight, you’re all exhausted from a night of dancing and mingling. None of the people your friends introduced to you caught your attention. At that point, you just wanted a stiff drink to unwind.

Voicing it to your drinking buddies, they nod in agreement.

“I know just the place, in Malate,” the man you’re with said. “Quiet. Discreet. I can take you there, if you want.”

“You mean The Diabolical, right? Let’s go! Text Crispin and Basilio, they might be hangin’ there too,” Amie croons.

A chuckle escapes your lips upon hearing their names. “Huh? Were they named after the characters in Jose Rizal’s novel?”

“I think so? Whatever! But seriously though… Those two can totally make you scream their names louder than Sisa ever did! Best lay I ever had!”

The remark made you laugh so hard, you swore you can be heard in the next city. “What the fuck! Amie, gaga ka, Sisa was their mom! The context of that scene was rough.”

Hannah’s mischievous grin spreads on her face once more, and she gently elbows your side. “Well, if you’re lucky, in this context you’d be crying their names while your eyes roll to the back of your head.”

You’ll never admit it, but you had hoped all their teasing would come true.

It didn’t take long for the four of you to reach your destination. As you enter The Diabolical, a strange chill envelopes you. The air feels different inside; it’s almost as if you stepped in a different world. Perhaps it’s the alcohol, but when you looked around, you saw a duwende sitting by the bar. Or was it called a nuno? At the end of the bar, you saw them; two men both dressed in black suits. One has short hair, while the other one has longer, reaching past his shoulders. However, they’re facing away from you. Only the back of their head and part of their cheeks were visible where you stood.

You snapped out of it when the man you three are with spoke up. “I’m gonna call it a night. Have fun, you three.”

“For real? Wow Maliksi, this is the first time I ever saw you wanting to leave early. Aren’t you gonna stop by and say hi to Alex?” Hannah asks him.

“Maybe next time,” Maliksi answers back, a somber expression on his face. “Oh em gee, did you two fight? Wait, what are you two?” Amie asks.

“Whatever. It’s complicated. I don’t wanna talk about it.”

Your friends nodded and let Maliksi be. He waves at your group, and heads out the door. The engine of his car roars to life, and his car screeches away.

As the car moved farther away though, it seems that the screeching of the tires turned into hoofbeats.

Perhaps it’s just your imagination.

“Amie! Hannah! Have a drink! Hey, who’s that with you? Is that the person you’ve been wanting us to meet for ages now?”

Your head turns to where the voice was coming from; one of the men in the suits, the one with short hair in particular. You finally had a good look on their faces.

Twins?

“Crispin! Meet our friend! This is…”

As Amie and Hannah introduce you to the Twins, you can’t help but stare. You took the sight of their features in; they’re tall, with broad shoulders, and hard muscle underneath that black suit and white tie ensemble. They have wide noses with a high bridge, prominent bone structure, and a prominent widow’s peak.

Merciful Bathala, they’re gorgeous.

What caught your attention the most are their eyes. They're pitch black, save for the small reflection of light.

Are these people even human?

“Stare at them like that any longer and they might melt,” Amie teases. The two of your friends are giving you an ear-splitting grin due to your reaction to the Twins.

“I, uh-” you stuttered, and you could feel the heat rising in your cheeks.

“Hey, don’t be shy. You can sit between us, miss. We’re all friends here,” the twin with the longer hair says. If the other one is Crispin, then this must be Basilio.

Behind you, your friends are already giggling. They took their places next to the twins and leaned on their biceps. Across from you, the bartender comes to take your order.

“What’ll it be, kid?” he asks.

For some reason, you’re panicking. Maybe it’s because of the alcohol in your system. Or maybe it’s because you’re sandwiched between the twins. “Uh, what would you recommend, manong?”

Laughter erupted from the twins. “Hank, she called you manong!” Basilio teases while grinning like a fucking dog. “Geez, are you really that old?” Crispin eggs him on, giving him a shit-eating grin. Hank takes a wet rag he uses to wipe down the countertop and strikes the two down. “You goddamn assholes!”

You couldn’t stop yourself from laughing with them.

“Ow! Alright, we’re sorry, we’re sorry. Get them the best seller, Hank. We’ll pay for their tab,” Basilio says, and Hannah and Amie squeals with joy.

“Oh em gee, you boys are so sweet! Thank youuu!”

As Hank prepares you a drink, you try conversing with the twins. “You two seem fun to have as drinking buddies.”

Hank turns around to reach a bottle from the shelf. “Those two are mischievous little shits, that’s for sure. You know, when these two were kids...”

“Hey man, don’t embarrass us like that in front of our new friend,” Crispin whines.

While the three continues fucking around, you leaned back slightly to glimpse at Amie, who was trying to get your attention for a while now. She points to her phone, and you fetch yours from your bag.

You read your group chat with them. “Soooo, do you like, like them?” Hannah’s message said.

“You’re into them aren’t you? You got so shy around them, it’s so cute!” Amie’s message said.

“Right? It’s rare to see you so flustered!”

You typed away furiously at your phone, cautious to not let the twins beside you see the conversation.

“Well, they’re an improvement from the ones you introduced me to earlier. Easier on the eyes, too…”

Your friends giggled, and as their drinks arrived, they stood up. “Girl, we’re gonna leave you with them, there’s some super hot tikbalangs who just came in the bar. Byeeee!”

“Hey, wait!”

They didn’t heed your words and went to sit on the tikbalangs’ laps.

Fuck, tikbalangs are real? Is Maliksi a tikbalang too?

“And off they go, flirting with those beasts after they’ve used us for drinks,” Crispin laments, voice dripping with light-hearted sarcasm.

“It’s not like it’s the first time we got used by them though,” Basilio adds, cringing.

You can’t help but laugh.  “Yeah, I’ve heard.”

Basilio’s head whips towards you, sweat gathering on his brow. “Seriously?! Shit, what did they say about us?”

“All good things, don’t you worry,” you answered.

“Nah, I need to hear what they said word for word,” the twin with long hair responds. “This is making me paranoid!”

Crispin moves closer to you, Basilio puts a friendly arm around your shoulder, and you can only smile. All of you are inebriated and if you were sober, and if someone else dared to get this close to you, you might’ve slapped them. But you feel good about the Twins, and your roommates never put you in harm’s way, so your trust for them extended to the brothers, somehow.

“Just tell us already,” Crispin slurs. “Tell us what they said about us. We’re curious.”

“Fine, fine. Okay, Amie and Hannah mentioned your names when Maliksi suggested that we head here to drink. Then, I mentioned that your names came from Rizal’s novels.”

“Then Amie said,” you continued, pausing briefly to come up with an impression of your roommate’s speech. “‘Seriously though… Those two can totally make you scream their names louder than Sisa ever did! Best lay I ever had!’ Fuck, it was so messed up!”

“That’s messed up, alright,” Basilio sputters, his face a deep shade of crimson. “I’m this hot and those are the only details they can spare?!”

“Ok, but that Sisa joke was kind of funny though. But it was still fucked up,” Crispin adds, and he takes a sip of his drink.

“Hold your horses, the story’s not done yet,” you say. You’re starting to feel more confident around the two.

Your conversation went places, until you found yourselves drinking until three in the morning, and at that point, it’s only just the four of you in the bar; Hank, the Twins, and you. Even Hannah and Amie are nowhere to be seen. Knowing them, they probably took the tikbalangs they were flirting with back to your apartment.

They didn’t even wait for you. Looks like they’re really setting you up tonight. Maybe they wanted the apartment to themselves tonight, and they got exactly what they wanted.

You had planned on getting up to go to the restroom, but when you tried standing up, you almost fell from the chair. The Twins caught you before you landed face first against the floor.

“She’s had enough to drink,” Hank comments. They set you on a chair with a backrest. “How will she get home? We can’t send her off in a cab at this rate. The train doesn't run this late either.”

“Hannah left her behind too,” Crispin adds.

“Hey, how are we gonna deal with this?” Basilio asks. “We can get you home once we sober up a little. It’s fine if you-”

Basilio never got to finish what he was going to say, because you nodded off against his stomach, and puked your lunch out.

You don’t remember anything after that.

When you awaken, the sun is already high up, and the first thing that greets you is the fan in the ceiling. Your muscles are screaming at you, and your throat feels dry. Memories of last night came crashing back and you started sweating in horror. Maybe it’s just a drunken dream, but it felt all too real.

You were flirting with these gorgeous twins, had too much to drink, and at some point puked all over one of the twins’ shoes.

And now, you don’t know whose bedroom you are in. You check yourself, and you’re still wearing the same clothes, with nothing out of place. There are no bruises or marks on your body either. You looked around you, but there was no one else in the room.

The doors crack open slightly, and you see two pairs of void-black eyes.

“I… um… good morning?”

“It’s… already 2 in the afternoon,” one of them says. He has long hair. This one is the twin you threw up on.

“Why don’t you have some lunch?” the other one said.

You just nodded and said nothing else, ashamed of yourself. You threw up on one of them and now you’re eating at their table. You just wanted the ground to swallow you alive.

“Sorry for puking on you last night,” you near-whispered to Basilio after you swallowed your first bite of food.

The silence broke when Crispin roared with laughter, tears pooling at the corner of his eyes. Meanwhile, Basilio was glaring daggers at his brother. He’s frowning like a child whose toy got taken from him. “Sure, keep laughing, kuya.”

“I’ll never show my face here again, I promise,” you say to them, hiding your face behind your hands.

“What’re you talking about? Forget about it. We’re friends now, right?” Basilio tells you, smiling. “But next time, vomit on my brother too.”

“No one’s throwing up because I won’t be allowing any of you to get wasted that bad ever again,” Hank announces as he enters the room with a carafe in his hand. “Bossing’s not gonna like it if the bar ends up smelling as bad as Basilio’s room. Here, have some coffee.”

“We should introduce you to bossing next time too. She’s not here at the moment,” Crispin adds. “Let’s do this again next week.”

The invitation made you smile, and you poured yourself a cup of coffee. You continued eating the rest of your meal.

“...my room doesn’t smell that, right?” Basilio asks after a few moments of silence.

“Gago, it stinks so bad. It’s why we made the guest stay at my room, because if she stayed at yours she could’ve died from how bad it is,” Crispin exclaims. “Seriously, how can you live with bringing women to your room at that point?”

“Kuya, you’re embarrassing me to our guest!”

Translations for non-Filipino speaking folks:

bossing: a somewhat affectionate way to say “boss”. Comes from the old tradition of adding -eng or -ing to ones name to make a nickname, e.g. Luciana - Lucing

Gago/gaga (ka): (you) idiot/moron - someone stupid, foolish or ignorant

Tikbalang: creature from Filipino mythology similar to a centaur. They are hulking beasts with a horse's head.

manong: a term for endearment to an elderly male relative, or elderly men in general. Originally an Ilokano term referring to the first born son in a nuclear family.

kuya: big brother. Can be used to refer to one's own older brother, someone else's older brother, or an older peer or male acquaintance.

II

Author’s Notes: This chapter was heavily inspired by Bita and the Botflies' song Manghuhula.

Warnings: brief scene of sexual harrassment

After washing up, the Twins accompanied you to the gate, exchanging glances at each other behind your back. Little did they know, you definitely noticed it.

“Wait,” Basilio says, tapping your shoulder lightly with a large hand.

Crispin takes his phone out of his pocket. His younger brother proceeds to do the same. “Give us your phone. We’ll add our numbers, and you can text us if something happens,” he says.

“Or when you get home safe,” Basilio adds.

You look at the two of them back and forth. “This isn’t just an elaborate excuse for the two of you to get my number, right?”

Neither of the two spoke, giving each other a nervous glance.

Their reaction made you laugh out loud, and you took out your phone from your bag. “Here. I’ll give you my Facespace too.”

With the tension broken, the three of you exchange a chuckle. You punch in your number in their phones, while they did the same to yours. Crispin looks over his brother’s shoulder and frowns.

“Epal,” Crispin says to his brother, snatching your phone away from him. The older twin types something in, and it’s the younger one’s turn to stick his nose in. Basilio attempts to get the phone back, cursing all the time.

“You’re going to break her phone, gago,” the older twin curses, pushing a palm against Basilio’s face. “Then let it go! You’re the epal, I wasn’t done yet,” the younger one snaps back.

You give them a look of irritation, and check out what they’re arguing about.

“What the hell are you two grown-ass men fighting about?” you ask as you butt in to look at what they’re doing.

A loud snort bubbles from you as you see it; Basilio added “the hot twin” next to his contact name. Crispin added “the hotter twin”. Now, the former wanted to outdo his older brother.

Against your better judgment, you say, “You’re twins. You look like each other. You’re both hot. Now stop fighting over my phone.”

Perhaps it’s the afternoon heat, but there is a tinge of red in their cheeks after your remark. You waved them goodbye as you got in a tricycle that’ll get you to the nearest train station.

The MRT, in some strange miraculous twist of fate, isn’t as packed as usual. It’s still populated, but there were a few seats waiting to be taken. You sit down somewhere away from direct sunlight, and you take out your phone to tell Hannah and Amie that you’re on the way home.

The first thing you see is a text from Basilio. Then, a text from Crispin. You tell them both that you’re on the train now, completely forgetting about messaging your roommates. To pass the time, you launch the Facespace app and decide to look up their profiles, only to find out that they’ve already sent you a friend request.

Upon seeing Crispin’s profile, you did your damn best to stifle a laugh.

His work description says “works at the Krusty Krab,” but that wasn’t the craziest thing about his profile. At first, the Bible verse in his bio caught you off guard, thinking that someone like him didn’t seem religious, but when you quickly looked up “Ezekiel 23:20,” you did your best not to howl with laughter.

Basilio’s isn’t any better.

In his work description, he put “Model at For Her Magazine,” and “edi sa puso mo.” Then you scroll down to see a thirst trap of him pulling his shirt up with his teeth, and you can feel the heat rising to your cheeks again. Well, at least that work description is believable.

They’re- what was that term your younger university friends were using again?- himbos.

They’re definitely himbos.

Arriving at your place, you slot your key inside the doorknob and twist. As you enter the door, the heavy, musky scent of sex and sweat hits your face, and you regret getting too wasted last night and losing your chance to hook up with one of the Twins.

Or both.

Both?

Regardless, at least they’ve invited you again to hang out next week.

You raise your eyebrow and cross your arms at the scene before you. Cans of beer litter the living room, and your roommates are taking a nap by the couch. A tikbalang comes out of the bathroom, glamor off, and you snort as you watch him duck under the door frame because of his massive height.

“It’s already four in the afternoon. Time to go, big guy.”

He nods awkwardly in acknowledgment, morphing into his human disguise, and exiting your apartment.

You sit between your roommates, rousing them from their sleep. “I’m not going to clean this mess up,” you tell them, motioning to the trashed state of the living room, and reaching for the remote to turn the TV on. You just want to take a shower afterwards and sleep in your own bed tonight.

After rubbing the sleep from their eyes, your roommates near-tackles you on the couch, a curious, excited look on their faces. You forgot all about what you were watching and stared at them in surprise.

“So how did it go? Did you get to hook up with any of them?” Amie asks.

“Or both of them?” Hannah adds.

“Gaga, nothing like that happened.”

The two of them let you go with disappointed looks on their faces. “So sayang! Here we were thinking you finally have a sex life,” one of them says as you lean back on the backrest, closing your eyes as they continue to pester you for details.

“Why are you two so determined to get me to screw someone?” you finally snapped, amused and irked at the same time.

“Because you’ve been doing nothing but totally stressing yourself out! See how super fun it is to let go every now and then?”

“Thanks for the new drinking buddies, girls, but I have my fingers to keep me company. Hookups are too much work,” you lie to them, eyes still closed.

“That’s a toe-curling, full-body orgasm you’re missing out on, girl!”

“That’s assuming that the person I’m with knows what they’re doing,” you retorted.

One of them pokes your side with an elbow, and you assume it’s Hannah. “The Twins do.”

You opened your eyes, and you guessed right; it’s Hannah. You give her a look, before rolling your eyes, appearing to look disinterested. The smirk tugging at the edge of your lips says otherwise, though.

“So what happened last night?” Amie asks.

“I got wasted and threw up on Basilio’s shoes. Then, I ended up sleeping in Crispin’s room. When I woke up, they fed me and sent me home,” you tell them. Your roommates giggle at the story.

“Ah, speaking of which, I gotta let them know I got home,” you said off-hand, and somehow the remark only spurred your wind people roommates on.

“Yieee, you’re friends with them on Facespace already!” Amie quips, leaning in to see what you’re typing. Playfully, you move your phone away from her to conceal what you’re typing.

“Make a group chat with them!” Hannah exclaims, taking your phone away from you. You tried taking it back, but Amie joins in the mischief and blocks you from doing so.

When you got your phone back, the deed was done, and the chat was renamed to a single eggplant emoji. The like button was replaced by an eggplant emoji too.

Panicking, you add your roommates to the group to avoid looking suspicious, and swiftly type up a defense.

“Please ignore that, Hannah made this chat using my account.”

The teasing never stopped after that.

Weeks passed and you never bothered to change it, though.

It’s been about two months since your first encounter with the Twins. You’re becoming a familiar face at The Diabolical, going every Saturday to see them. Sometimes Hannah and Amie didn’t accompany you anymore. You’ve met the Twins’ bossing a few times, who turned out to be none other than Alexandra Trese. You’ve heard of her exploits and the two imposing bodyguards who were almost always with her. It surprised you that they’re none other than the Twins you knew, but it made perfect sense. Those two were jacked, and those muscles aren’t only for show.

Of course, because of your increasing presence in the bar, it didn’t take long for the rumors to circulate. Word on the street is both of the Twins had a thing for you, and neither is making a move out of consideration for the other. They are waiting for you to move.

You elected to ignore them, perfectly happy with your arrangement of having two handsome men to keep you company while you unwind. The thought of getting together with one of them, or even both of them did cross your mind a few times, however.

Ultimately, you wouldn’t know what to do if the day comes that you’ll have to confront how you feel and choose between the two.

Do you have to?

Crispin and Basilio are twins, but they’re distinct from each other. The older is more serious, with a dryer sense of humor, while the younger is goofier, and somewhat softer. One complements the other, and they’re both good company despite their differences.

Speak of the devil. Your phone buzzes and you see that the eggplant chat is active. The Twins are inviting you to The Diabolical again.

“See you guys at eight,” you type in. Someone reacts with an eggplant to your message. Then the next few messages were nothing but eggplant emojis, followed by Basilio sending “#TeamTalong”. Crispin cusses him out for it, but sends the same message right after.

Yeah, that became a thing among the five of you.

You and the wind girls got dressed and took a taxi to the bar, your favorite jacket draped over your shoulders. Pressured by your roommates, you wore something nicer tonight; a black faux leather dress that hugs your figure deliciously. The shiny fabric added to the effect. The six bottles of Pulang Tikbalang beer the three of you shared before going out might’ve contributed to your newfound bravado.

But now that you’re actually wearing it outside your apartment, you feel a little reluctant.

“Maybe wearing this is a bad idea,” you mutter to no one in particular, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear out of self-consciousness.

Amie taps you from behind. “Oh hush, that outfit is totally sexy,” she comments. “Finally ready to get dicked down tonight, girl?”

“Shhh, gaga ka, manong driver can hear you.”

That didn’t deter them from making more inappropriate comments, much to the manong's ire.

It’s nine already when you get there, you’re in the Philippines after all. The merriment is already in full swing when you step through the door. Hannah and Amie went ahead and sat next to their lay of the week. The Twins wave you over from their usual spot, but before you can reach them, a man you’ve never seen before tries to get your attention, snaking an arm around your waist.

“Hey baby. You’re a regular here, right? Want to drink with me?”

“Sorry, I’m here with someone else,” you tell him, moving away.

“Ah, here to see the Twins? Why don’t you ditch them for a change of pace and come with me, babe?”

“Not interested,” you flat out said. “Please move, or I’ll make you move.”

To your surprise, the man drops his glamor and reveals himself to be a kapre. He looms over you, cigar in his mouth, and you can feel the tension rising. People are starting to stare, and your friends took notice of it too.

“Try,” he huffs, puffing smoke to your face. You give him a sour glare while trying not to cough.

Before your roommates or the Twins could come to your aid, you panicked and saw an empty bottle of Pulang Tikbalang on a nearby table. Emboldened by the alcohol in your veins, you shatter the bottle and point the jagged edge at the hulking beast, hands shaking. You are a tiny thing compared to the enormous creature before you, after all.

“Don’t you dare look down on me.”

“Already doing that, honey.”

“I’m not your honey,” you say as you press the edge against his stomach, not enough to draw blood, but hard enough to hurt.

“I love it when they fight back,” the kapre croons.

Under the haze of alcohol, you were more than ready to shove the edge in, consequences be damned.

Before things could escalate, Crispin takes the broken bottle off of your hands and steers you away from the stranger, while Basilio steps in to defuse the tension. “Hey, why don’t you back off, pal? Our friend said no. You wouldn’t want us to tell our bossing to ban you from the place because of this misunderstanding now, don’t you?”

Heart in your throat, you turn to the Twins, then to the kapre. The tree giant pauses, looking at the three of you, then smirks.

“Heh. Fine. But if you torpe whelps don’t make a move, I will.”

The giant puts his glamor back on and skulks away.

“Wow, what a jerk! He only left you alone when the boys stepped in,” Hannah quips, tossing her hair in indignation.

“You almost didn’t need rescuing, but I’d hate to help Hank mop the blood off the floor later,” Basilio comments, nudging you gently with an elbow. His eyes go a little lower from your face, and you see him look away.

You realized Crispin hasn’t let go of you yet.

“C’mon, let’s just go,” you tell everyone. Crispin proceeds to remove his hand away from your shoulder, and you take your usual seats by the bar.

The bar is loud, but the silence between the three of you is deafening. Even Hank seems to have taken notice, eyeing your usually loud and cheerful group.

“What’s up with you three? What happened back there?” the older man asks, leaning over the bar top.

“Just a handsy kapre who couldn’t take no for an answer. I won’t let it spoil the night,” you answer him.

“That’s the spirit. Holler if he tries something like that again, I’ll have him kicked out,” Hank replies, setting down three ice-cold beers in front of you guys.

Yet somehow, the conversation never livened up.

Three bottles of Pulang Tikbalang later, you’ve had enough.

“This is about what that kapre said, isn’t it?” you finally say, slightly pissed.

The Twins look at each other with guilty expressions, and simultaneously nod.

“Do you boys wanna talk about it?”

They look at each other again. “Shit, this is awkward,” Crispin comments, scratching his head. Basilio nods in agreement, uncharacteristically silent. “We didn’t want to pressure you into anything you didn’t want to do,” the older twin continues.

“Look, I don’t want to ruin my relationship with my kuya just because we’re interested in the same girl,” Basilio says. “Same here,” Crispin adds.

“So we were waiting for you to make your own move,” Basilio continues.

“Ah. So the rumors are true,” you sighed.

“We’ll accept whatever outcome there is. If you choose me, or Basilio, or neither because this is fucking messy, we totally get it,” the older twin says, leaning back to stare at the ceiling.

Now the decision rests in your hands.

“Why don’t we talk about this somewhere more private?” you ask them.

You watch as both of them gulp. “Where do you wanna talk?” Basilio asks.

“Anywhere private.”

“I just cleaned my room earlier. Why don’t we continue this there?”

You nod, and they lead you away from the bar.

Looks like it’s going to be a long night.

Translations for non-Filipino speakers:

epal: in Filipino slang, usually refers to a person who inappropriately presents himself in a situation or butts into a conversation.

kapre: a tree-giant from Filipino mythology. Often described as very tall, dark, and hairy. Almost never seen without a cigar.

sayang: literally means waste. Can be used alone as an expression similar to "what a waste!"

torpe: someone who cannot spit their romantic or sexual feelings out to a crush or love interest

III

Author’s Notes:

Warnings: Smut. Filthy smut. Writer-is-definitely-going-to-the-second-circle-of-the-Seven-Circles-of-Hell-levels-of-filthy smut. Bawal bata, tulog na. If you're under 18 please turn back.

After the door closes behind the three of you, you sit on the bed, while Crispin sits on a chair near his brother’s desk. Basilio locks the door, and leans against it, unable to look at you.

“Right. So. How are we going to deal with this?” you ask them, crossing your legs.

“Don’t ask us,” Crispin says, swiveling the chair to face you. “You’re the one caught in the middle after all.”

Curse his choice of words.

“This is too weird,” Basilio speaks up. “If you want me to unlock the door, just say the word. We can walk out of this like nothing happened.”

“And then what? Things are going to be awkward between the three of us, I just know it,” you say to him, palming the back of your neck. “Things might get awkward with Amie and Hannah too, and I live with them. I don’t want our tropa to disband just because of relationship drama.”

“What about Amie and Hannah? Is it because we have history with those two?” Crispin asks.

“They’ve been trying to set me up with either of you. The fact that they also slept with you in the past also doesn’t help. Shit, this is messy.”

“Er, um,” Basilio stutters. “That might’ve been our fault.”

You furrow your brow and cross your arms. “Keep going.”

The Twins look at each other, as if gauging who should explain the situation. “So, we remained in contact after being used as a prize for bossing’s race with Maliksi, right?” Crispin starts.

“Uh huh.”

“Well, they mentioned a third roommate in passing and joked about lending us to her. Of course we blew them off, then Amie showed us a picture of you. We got curious and asked them to introduce you,” Basilio continues.

“I didn’t expect us five to become friends. And now we’re in this mess,” Crispin adds.

You look at them back and forth, and laugh in resignation. Elbows digging against your lap and palms pressed against your face, you rub your face and run it through your hair. “Amazing. Just amazing. See, I have a problem too.”

The Twins didn’t respond, eyes fixated on you.

“I like the two of you.”

You feel the air shift around you. Basilio’s standing upright by the door now, and Crispin straightened up too. The room is so quiet, you can hear them gulp in anticipation for what will happen next.

“There. I said it. The reason why I haven’t made a move at all is because of this exact moment that I was dreading. I didn’t want to choose,” you admit, feeling the blood rush to your head. “I just wanted for us three to stay like that, drinking buddies sprinkled with sexual tension.”

“And you’re in the middle, enjoying our attention,” Crispin says, crossing his arms.

“Selfish, I know,” you admit, head hanging low.

This is it, the moment that can make or break you three.

“Us three. If only...” you whisper, only for the words to fall flat on your tongue

You stand up, gathering your things and carrying your bag. “Nevermind. What a mess we’re in. I’ll go so you two can sort things out between the two of you. It’s been a fun ride.”

Basilio doesn’t move from the door, and behind you, you can hear Crispin getting up from his seat.

“We can still make this work, right kuya?” Basilio starts, looking over your head to give his brother a knowing look.

“Yeah, I think so,” Crispin replies. “What was that you said? The three of us?”

Your eyes widen, and you look at them back and forth. Their bodies are dangerously close to yours. Now you’re literally caught in the middle.

“I- uh…”

“I think we can work out an arrangement,” Basilio whispers, one hand moving to hold yours.

“Only if you want to,” Crispin adds, his breath kissing the back of your neck.

“I don’t want to lose either of you,” Basilio adds.

“Same here.”

Damn it all.

Giving in to your darkest, most hidden desires, you lean in to capture Basilio’s lips with yours, leaving his black eyes wide open in surprise. They flutter close, and he savors the kiss, slipping a tongue in. Then you turn to Crispin, and you give him the same sweet kiss as well.

“Damn, I didn’t mean like, now,” Basilio mutters, feeling the front of his trousers get tighter as he watches you make out with his brother.

Bringing your attention back to the younger twin, you loosen his tie, while you push out your ass to grind against Crispin. “Are you complaining?”

“Not at all.”

“Wait, are you sure about this? All of us drank tonight… we don’t want you to do something you’ll regret,” Crispin says, moving his hips away from you. Basilio pauses too, and wraps his hands around your wrists to still your hands, a look of concern on his face.

“Kuya’s right.”

“I’m a grown woman. I might’ve had a few bottles, but I know what I want,” you reassure them, waiting for the two to make a move. “I know I want you two for months.”

Basilio lets go of your hands and lets you do as you please, a cocky smirk on his lips. Behind you, you can feel Crispin’s gloved hands reaching for the zipper of your dress. “Really? How much do you want us? C’mon, say it,” Basilio asks, moving in to place kisses on your neck.

“I wanna hear it too,” Crispin whispers against your shoulder, and he punctuates it with a light kiss.

All of a sudden, you felt shy at the prospect of confessing your fantasies out loud. “Why don’t I just show you boys?”

“Oh no, you’re not getting out of this one,” Basilio teases. “Consider it as payback for throwing up all over my shoes.”

“You’re still- ah!- mad about that?” you ask him, gasping in the middle of doing so when you felt a hand snake between your legs from behind. The older twin slips his fingers past your underwear, circling your clit with slow strokes.

“Not mad, I just want things to be fair,” Basilio teases, pulling your dress down. He gives your breasts a squeeze, fondling and rolling your nipples until they harden, and he seals his lips over your right one. Crispin moves from behind you and he takes his place next to his twin, lathing his tongue over the left. All four of their hands pawed at your flesh greedily.

You were at a loss for words because of how good they’re making you feel, soft moans bubbling from your throat.

“Speechless already, huh?” Crispin mumbles against your skin.

“Ngh! The wind girls weren’t lying, you two know what you’re doing,” you gasped, face flushed as you watched the Twins lavish their attention on your breasts.

“Shhh, stop changing the subject. Play along, or neither of us will make you cum,” he adds, pausing to give you a teasing lick, and resting his tongue on top of the hardened bud. On the other hand, Basilio is sucking like a starved babe while squeezing your still clothed behind.

You fake a scoff of indignation and grin. “Fine. I- oh fuck- want you two so much, I’ve been fantasizing for weeks.”

Basilio pauses to address you. “Describe them.”

You’re a little mortified, but the alcohol in your system pushes you to be bolder. “I imagined Basilio punishing me for ruining his shoes.”

“And how did he do that?” Crispin’s voice.

“He asked me to suck him off,” you start, and a pinch on your bottom from the subject of your fantasy tells you that he wanted to hear more details. “He fucked my face while pulling my hair and told me how good I was the whole time and that he forgave me.”

“What about me? What fantasies did you have?” Crispin asks again.

Your breath hitched in your throat but you pushed on. “Hearing how you scolded Basilio, I imagined you taking me from behind and saying the meanest, dirtiest things possible.”

The Twins looked at each other, and stopped, their lips leaving your breasts with a lewd pop. “You want to make them all come true?” Basilio asks.

Cheeks burning, you give them a curt nod.

The two of them lead you to the bed, where Crispin puts you on all fours, and he takes his place from behind. On the other hand, Basilio is standing near the edge of the bed, the bulge in his pants inches away from your face. You stare at it, licking your lips.

As you undid Basilio’s pants, he shrugs off his suit jacket and takes off his tie, then he takes off his dress shirt, revealing his abs and the trail of dark hair on his lower abdomen, disappearing into his briefs. From behind, you hear fabric shifting, then Crispin peels your panties off of you. He brings a gloved hand against your skin in a loud smack, making you cry out.

“Ah, wait, we need a safeword,” Crispin mentions, soothingly squeezing your skin.

“What about Eternos?” Basilio suggests, and Crispin cocks an eyebrow. “Wait, you mean, like the game?”

You stifle a laugh. “I’m fine with it,” you say to them, and they take it as a signal to continue.

The older twin dips a gloved finger between your folds, gathering your wetness, and tsked. “Look at you, already so fucking wet. You want this so much, huh?”

You nod frantically, then Basilio stills your head. “Open your mouth, baby. Tongue out.”

You oblige, and Basilio fishes his cock out of his briefs. Your eyes grow wider as you take in the sight of it; girthy, with a nice length, and a few veins running on the underside. You wonder if Crispin’s is the same. The twin in front of you lightly smacks his member against your tongue, and you proceed to lick it, running from the base to the tip, slicking it with saliva. You swirl your tongue around it, then try to slide it in your mouth as smoothly as possible.

As Basilio begins to breathe harder with each bob of your head, Crispin pulls your ass towards his face, and a choked moan escapes your lips as you feel his mouth on your heat, toying with your folds before he finally finds that sensitive nub. The older twin proceeds to lick and suck at it, eating you out like you’re the best damn meal of his life.

Meanwhile, you push a palm against Basilio’s thigh to make him pause, and before he can ask you if you’re fine, you take his balls in your mouth and fondle him with your tongue. Your hand pumps his neglected cock as you did so.

“Shit! Your mouth feels so damn good,” he hisses, breathing hard. When you take his dick back into your mouth, Basilio gathers your hair and uses it as a handle, watching his length disappear in your mouth over and over, his black eyes hazy with lust and his mouth whispering words of praise.

Crispin looks at his brother with a hint of envy, cock painfully hard against his trousers. He unzips it for relief, and proceeds to stroke himself as he continues to prepare you.

“Hey, Basilio, got any lube?”

“Um, there’s- ungh- a bottle of it under the pillow.”

“...you keep lube under your pillow? What the- and condoms? Can’t you put them in your drawers or something?”

Basilio doesn’t give his brother a response and focuses his attention on you. You gasp against his cock as you felt a cold, gloved hand prod against your asshole, and goosebumps formed on your flesh as you felt the cold lubricant smearing against your entrance. Crispin pushes his lubed thumb in, and you cry out in pleasure, your jaw opening wider for Basilio to claim. Then, two more fingers prod at your pussy, and you swear you can see stars as they slid in. The older twin toys with you while eating you out, and you feel a knot forming at the base of your stomach, threatening to uncoil at any moment.

You couldn’t take it. Basilio’s cock slides out of your mouth and you look over your shoulder, moaning and panting.

Crispin pauses from eating you out to ask you a question. “You’re gonna cum? You wanna cum on my fingers like the filthy slut you are?”

“Yes, please, please, let me cum,” you begged, and with a devilish smirk, Crispin dives right back in to finish the job.

You squeezed your eyes shut as the pleasure inside you exploded, shameless moans coming from your throat as your first orgasm hits you. Basilio watches the look of pleasure on your face as Crispin makes you cum, making his cock twitch.

“Now that’s how you please a woman,” Crispin teases, shooting his brother a challenging look while wiping your juices off of his face.

“Wait until it’s my turn,” Basilio replies, smirking.

Panting, legs wobbling, you didn’t get to rest as Crispin takes his cock and slides it in you. In front of you, Basilio cups your face and directs you back to his cock, smirking. “You’re doing so well, baby. You’re taking us like a champ, you know that?”

“Fuck,” Crispin hisses from behind you. “You like this, you little slut? You like being fucked by two cocks at the same time?” he asks you, each word punctuated with a hard thrust.

Now you’re really caught in the middle.

Basilio’s panting heavily now, his thrusts becoming erratic against your mouth. You know he’s close, and you brace yourself for what’s coming. Eyes screwed shut, he lets out a low groan as he spills inside of your mouth, his cum painting your tongue white. You try to swallow it all, but a few stray drops dribble down your chin. The younger twin cleans you up, and kisses you deeply, not minding his taste on your mouth. He sits on the bed to catch his breath, and allows you to rest on his thighs.

Behind you, Crispin begins to rut faster, his thumb still in your ass as he pounded you. You writhe and cry against Basilio’s lap, bracing yourself from each harsh thrust. The younger twin pets your hair, but he moves his hand away when Crispin pushes your head against his brother’s lap.

“Take it all of it,” Crispin groans. “Ungh, you make me so horny, you little slut.”

Not wanting to miss out on the fun, Basilio gets an idea.

“Hey, kuya. Hold her up.”

Crispin blinks before obliging his brother’s request, clamping a hand around your throat. “Is this fine?” he asks you, and you nod a few times. He tightens his hold and pulls you to his toned chest, your hair sticking to his skin from your sweat. Basilio kisses you, then latches on one of your breasts. One gloved hand fondles and pulls at your nipples, while the other moves south to stroke you.

“Ah! I think I’m gonna cum again…” you choked, face red and tears forming at the edge of your eyes.

“Say our names,” Crispin whispers against your ear in a low growl.

You mutter their names at first, but it turns to full blown cries as your climax fast approaches.

“Crispin! Basilio!”

It hits you so hard, your eyes roll to the back of your head. You cried shamelessly, and Crispin places a kiss on your open mouth, tongue slipping in and teeth clashing with yours. He pulls out and finishes on your back, cock resting between the valley of your cheeks, still half-hard.

The Twins move to clean you up, looking around for tissues and anything to wipe you with.

“So,” Basilio says. “One more round?”

Your eyes widen, and you look down to see that Basilio is hard again.

“How- what the fuck? What are you two?”

Crispin sighs. “Hannah and Amie never told you? We’re demigods.”

“We don’t get sick and our injuries heal really fast. Talagbusao is our dad,” Basilio adds, and you give him a disbelieving glare.

“You didn’t need to let that last detail slip out, gago,” Crispin berates him as he pulls you close to his muscular chest. He lay down on a pillow, one arm propping his head up.

After a few seconds of silence, you say something. “At least let me have some water first.”

“Right.”

The Twins stare at each other.

“One of us has to fetch it,” Crispin says.

“What? Why me?” Basilio complains, scratching his head.

“Because I’m older, and I’ve worked hard to give her two orgasms in a row.”

“Hey! I’m sure that last one was thanks to me.”

You groan, grabbing a pillow to cover your face. “Ugh, please don’t turn this into a competition about who made me cum the most. Just get me my water, pretty please, Basilio?”

At the request, Basilio smiles and dresses haphazardly to get it for you. “Don’t start without me.”

You close your eyes with a smile. Crispin buries his face against your hair and plays with it. “You have him wrapped around your finger, you know?”

You chuckle at the remark, and Crispin kisses your temple. “Just don’t hurt my little brother.”

“I have no intention of hurting either of you,” you tell him.

Basilio comes back with a pitcher and some glasses, and once everyone’s hydrated and ready, the night continues.

The Twins spoil you with their attention, hands roaming your body as they planted kisses on your skin. Basilio sucks on your collarbone, biting experimentally and leaving marks that would darken in the morning, which draws a whine from your throat. Not wanting to be outdone, Crispin kisses your back, then the back of your neck, and he found a sweet spot that made you moan at that place where your ear connects to your neck. Basilio observes this and does the same to the other side.

“Hey, um, can I do it in your ass?” Crispin whispers in your ear, almost sheepishly, and you stare at him for a few seconds before nodding.

“Sure. Be gentle. And use a condom.”

“Of course. You go on top. What’s our safeword again?” he asks you, testing your knowledge.

You roll your eyes and try not to laugh. “Eternos.”

“Good girl,” Basilio says.

Flipping yourself around, you lean into Crispin’s lap. “Here, let me help,” you say as you grasp his cock and start to pump. The younger twin behind you reaches for the lube and prepares your ass. You sigh with pleasure as you feel the cold sensation of the product on your skin. Crispin sighs as you slide his length between your lips, head bobbing up and down, and you feel him grow inside your mouth. You give the tip a small lick before doing the same thing you did to Basilio, cupping his balls with your mouth and fondling them with your tongue.

“I want you now,” Crispin rasps, tugging your hair to get you off of him.

You smirk, turning around to give him a great view of your ass. He reaches around for a condom, finds one, and tears the foil open. After sliding the rubber down his shaft, he positions himself against your hole, pressing against the tight ring of muscle. You wince in pain as he starts penetrating you, prompting him to squeeze more lube to relieve your discomfort.

“Relax,” Basilio instructs you, planting soothing kisses at your jaw. You did as he said and unclenched your muscles, entrusting yourself to the two of them.

As Crispin pushes past the ring of muscle, you sigh in relief, discomfort replaced with the feeling of fullness. You lean back into his hard chest, a soft sigh leaving your lips as he starts to move. Meanwhile, Basilio kneels between your legs, rubbing your clit with the head of his dripping cock, but he freezes before he slides it in.

“What?” you ask with concern.

“We’re out of condoms.”

“Just pull out,” you tell him with a strained voice, gasping as Crispin moves inside you.

“No, you don’t understand. We’re demigods. Our… um.. Yeah, we’re really potent.”

You smirk at him. “I’ll ask the girls for something in the morning,” you say against your better judgment. “It’s a risk I’m willing to take. Cum all over me.”

His cock twitches at your last suggestion.

“Ugh, Basilio, you’re really killing the mood here,” Crispin strains to say, holding you gently by the neck. “I pulled out too, remember? Make up your mind already. I wouldn’t mind having her to myself for now, though.”

“Not a chance,” Basilio retorts, sliding the tip of his cock past your folds and pushing inside.

A loud cry rips from your throat at the sensations, feeling stuffed to the maximum as two cocks start to pump inside you. Crispin’s grip on your neck tightens, while you tangle your hands through Basilio’s hair, pulling him closer and kissing him.

Soon, The Twins find a steady rhythm, syncing their movement so you can feel the full force of their thrusts. Basilio throws one of your legs over his shoulder and begins to massage your clit with his thumb, while Crispin fondles your breasts with his free hand, using the tip of his fingers to roll, squeeze, and pull at your nubs. With every thrust they give, you clench, drawing a groan from both of them as they felt themselves being squeezed by your muscles.

“Oh God,” you whine. “Fuck, you both feel so good.”

“Say our names,” Basilio growls, and you oblige.

You chant their names like a prayer, underscored by the slapping of skin as the Twins fucked both of your holes. Hearing their names only spurred them on, and their movements became more desperate, sweat rolling off of your bodies.

“Basilio! Crispin!”

Underneath you, Crispin gropes at your breast harder, beads of sweat rolling off of his forehead and dripping to your skin. “Your ass feels too good, I’m gonna cum,” he hissed between clenched teeth, and you silently thank Bathala that he’s near his limit. The lube is starting to wash off.

With a few more rough thrusts, he cums, shooting inside the rubber. Crispin cups your jaw and kisses you, deep and sweet, tasting your tongue. You’re on the verge of climax now too, and you give Basilio a desperate look. He understood what you meant.

The younger twin thrusts harder and faster while still rubbing that sensitive nub between your legs furiously, and the older one helps by stimulating your nipples once again. The bombardment of sensation is too much, and you feel white hot heat racing through your body as you cum one last time, voice hoarse as a throaty moan escapes past your open mouth.

The spasm of your muscles is enough to send Basilio over the edge too, pulling out of you and spilling his load all over the mound of your pussy, and your stomach. You feel Crispin slip out of you too. Basilio leans in to kiss you, almost tenderly, but still full of desperation, tongue and teeth.

After a quick cleanup and another drink of water, the three of you lay in a heap of limbs, exhausted. Crispin doesn’t shift at all, content on letting you lie next to him, while Basilio moves next to you, effectively sandwiching you between the two of them on the narrow bed.

Everyone is sated, and with your eyes growing heavy, you wanted nothing but sleep.

“So, who’s better?”

You don’t know who said it, but you raised your hand to give him a middle finger. “Tangina niyo, you’re both good. End of discussion. Now please let me sleep.”

Thank Bathala that they did.

The next morning, all three of you wake up sweaty, stinking, and really, really hungry.

“Good morning to you two,” you sigh, snaking your arms around theirs. Each of them gave you a kiss on your temple. “Damn, I’m starving,” you said, sitting up. “Let’s take a shower and grab something to e-”

Underneath the three of you, the bed’s legs give out, and a loud thud can be heard throughout the house. As you three scramble for purchase, frantic footsteps are approaching, and the door bursts open.

“What was that? Crispin is missing from his room and-” Hank blurts, toting his good ol’ triple barrel shotgun "Ama, Anak, at, Espiritu Santo". Funnily enough, when he sees the tangle of limbs before him, he utters the same words and quickly turns away. Alexandra arrives shortly after, gives them a quick glance, and shuts the door.

Breakfast with their bossing is filled with a mortifying quiet.

You barely touch your food, embarrassment burning your cheeks, and you shoot a glance at your twin lovers.

“Next time, lock the door,” Alex finally says, getting up from the table with a coffee in her hands. She’s too fucking exhausted to deal with this.

“It’s Basilio’s fault!” Crispin yells after her. Basilio made no attempts to defend himself, knowing that he forgot to lock the door again after he came back with the water.

Grumbling, you finally take a bite of your breakfast, jacket draped over your shoulders despite the heat to hide the bruises on your body. “The girls are gonna have a field day when they see me like this.”

“I need to replace the bed,” Basilio mumbles, stuffing his mouth with rice.

The three of you looked at each other, and laughed.

“So, see you next week?” Crispin asks with a smile, and Basilio gives you a pleading, doe-eyed look.

“Yeah. See you two next week.”

Translations for non-English speakers:

tropa: ground of friends. People you chill with

tangina niyo: Filipino profanity. Roughly translates to "you sons of bitches"

Ama, Anak, at Espiritu Santo: Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. It’s Hank’s weapon’s actual name in the comics.