#filipino reader

[daphnefisherofficial]

bugna: TAKIPSILIM | destiny's twilight

defy your destiny | rewrite your fate.

Pairing: MCU Moon Knight System (Marc Spector/Steven Grant/Jake Lockley) x Avatar Fem!Reader/OC

Update Schedule: Semi-daily (schedule depends on my work, most of the chapters are already written and I'm writing buffers coz I can't stop, help--)

Summary: Under the luminous full moon of the pre colonial Philippine archipelago in the year 900, Mira Batala's fate to serve their patron moon goddess, Mayari, as an avatar was sealed from the moment a divine kiss was bestowed on her forehead from her infancy. Gifted with a second chance at life, her extraordinary birth marks the onset of a divine oath to be honored and fulfilled as immortality soon became a curse rather than a gift. As she outlived her family and becomes the last of her olden lineage, Mira embarks on a millennia-long journey of protecting her people and guiding the travelers of the night through its darkest.

bugna: takipsilim (destiny's twilight) is a thrilling saga of ancient gods, boundless love, and a woman's timeless odyssey. As Mira confronts her past and embraces her role as Mayari's Avatar, she discovers the essence of her bugna (true destiny) and the interconnectedness of all strings of fate tied to her own: namely her intertwined destinies with Marc Spector, Steven Grant and Jake Lockley as the reincarnated fragments of her greatest love's past life.

TW/CW: Abuse, Age Difference, Alcohol, Alternate Universe, Angst, Comfort, Drama, Dreams and Nightmares, Falling In Love, Fluff, Historical, Hurt/Comfort, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping I'm Sorry, Idiots in Love, Not Beta Read, Mutual Pining, Polyamory, Reader-Insert Relationship(s), Romance, Slow Build, Smut, Soulmates, Trauma.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT: I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR THE CONTENT YOU CONSUME.

MASTERLIST BELOW

Prologue | A Kiss Of Intertwined Destinies

Chapter One | Shadows Of The Past

Chapter Two | Dreams Of Fate, Farewell & New Beginnings

Chapter Three | A Chance Encounter Above The Clouds

Chapter Four | The Homecoming

Chapter Five | Ties & Strings That Bind

Chapter Six | Coffees, Paninis & Museum Dreams

Chapter Seven | A Night of Discovery, History and Connection

Chapter Eight | Avatar Of Mayari, Protector Of The Night

Chapter Nine | Forgotten Memories & Inevitable Truth

Chapter Ten | A Taste of Camaraderie & New Adventures

Chapter Eleven | When The Sparks Fly

Chapter Twelve | Between Awakening Desires & Celebratory Nights

Chapter Thirteen | Companionship & Late Night Confessions

Chapter Fourteen | The Hidden Protector

Chapter Fifteen | Bound By The Crescent Moon

Chapter Sixteen | All Has Been Revealed

Chapter Seventeen | Moon Magic & Mysteries Of The Night We Met

Chapter Eighteen | Shared Burdens & Unexpected Alliances

Chapter Nineteen | Choices and Commitments

Chapter Twenty | coming soon (11/13/2023)

Chapter Twenty One | coming soon (11/14/2023)

Chapter Twenty Two | coming soon (11/15/2023)

Chapter Twenty Three | coming soon (11/16/2023)

Chapter Twenty Four | coming soon (11/17/2023)

Chapter Twenty Five | coming soon (11/18/2023)

MORE CHAPTERS COMING SOON.

Also, I will be cross posting this on Wattpad and AO3 soon, so I have commissioned an artist to create a book cover. Here's a sneak peak.

I'm super excited to show you the rest once she's done. In the meantime, please follow her on Instagram @lindsaynid_arts if you wanna see more of her artwork.

[chococoveredsmores]

is it okay to req for a filo reader? i saw merienda and immediately thought "kababayan" im sorry tho if i got it wrong—😭

MILES with a filipino reader

a/n: okay i'm so sorry this is really short because life is very hectic right now </3 i hope u enjoy tho

tags:

you would swear in filo a lot to the point where miles'd learn how to swear himself... he'd know more profanities than anything else LMAO

you'd love making miles try our filo foods like sisig! sinigang! adobo! or maybe even snacks like clover, piatos, or street food like isaw, fish balls, all your childhood food!

you call miles' parents tito and tita. they breathed a sigh of relief when you first met them and you didn't call them by their first names

your parents LOVE miles! they're happy their child is dating someone with good grades (ha ha..)

your moms would always make chika together also HAHAHA

miles would try to learn a little filipino to impress you. it may have a little bit of an accent but it's okay because it's the thought that counts!!

You're lying down on Miles' bed, illuminated phone in one hand and the other intertwined with your boyfriend's. You can kind of tell he's trying to tell you something, the way his eyes constantly shift to your gaze and back to his phone.

"What's up? You seem bothered." You yourself started to get quite bothered with the continuous glances.

Miles' attention immediately shifts to you. "Oh, yeah. I wanted to show you something."

Your interest peaks when he opens his phone and clears up his throat. "Ahem. Magandang... hapon.. po." (good afternoon, formally)

At once, your eyes light up and you break into the biggest smile he's ever seen— he is a little stunned at your oh-so-positive response.

"My gosh, where'd you learn that? That's amazing!"

"Um, I know a few more phrases, actually. I got this, uh, language app."

You beckon him to recite, ecstatic at his knowledge for your own language.

"Okay, um... ikaw ay maganda! (you are pretty, in a slightly stiff way) And uhh, asan po yung banyo?" (where is the bathroom?)

You let out a hearty laugh at the latter sentence, your heart fluttering at his endearing self.

"Hay, bat ang pogi mo talaga?" (why are you so handsome) You pull him into a hug, showering him with kisses. His ears turn a little red, but he plays it cool (or so he thinks) with a slightly awkward peck returned on the cheek.

Your heart swelled at the idea that Miles had put in so much effort towards appreciating your language and culture.

"Mahal ko kita, aking sinta." (love you, my darling)

a/n 2: listen since miles is using a language app to learn he also probably knows common phrases tourists might use to get around so... thats why i kinda put that

[ist4rgirlo]

─────── 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐫𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐨!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

HEADCANONS !

summary : a filipina!reader dating conrad fisher

so basically y’all met at the deb ball — him and nicole were still together at that time ( yeah ironic huh )

but yk we filipina girls are charming ( we just like that 🤭 ) so you really caught his attention !

it’s so funny because he didnt ask anybody but nicole if he can have your number PFFT (well nicole thought that he was just being friendly thats why he gave it to him)

ever since that deb ball thingy y’all started talking -- like getttin to know each other more. he became very close to you as he starts to adore your because of your childhood stories when you were in the philippines.

after a while you took him to the Philippines, y’all weren’t dating (yet, him and nicole just recently broke up) back then but you decided to take him there because he was just so inlove with your culture 😩 ( we love a man that also loves our culture!!! )

you took him to the palengke, you took him to ride the tricycle and the jeep AND LET ME TELL YOU HE ABSOLUTELY LOVED IT.

when you took him home, your family really loved him. they thought that he was so so sweet and so caring -- he was so SPOILED.

they even called him “pogi” that’s like his new nickname now and when you told him what it meant he was a blushing mess!

your family also kept on asking you if y’all were together and if he was your “boypren/jowa" he asked you what it meant you never really told him because it was embarassing for you.

as for his family, they really love you and adore you — even the Conklins love you and thought that you were just adorable!

as we all know we filipina/filipino’s love our family so so much — that was one of the reason’s why Conrad fell for you and why his family absolutely adores you.

so bcs he likes you, he does a lot of stuff LIKE HE EVEN TRIED TO LEARN TAGALOG WORDS and even researched how to like court you and all of that stuff HE EVEN TRIED TO COOK YOU YOUR FAV FOOD — he really made the effort YALL.

so he started to make ligaw and he was absolutely good at it — he even had your parents involved in all of his plans because he wanted to make sure that he was doing the right thing — it was honestly the cutest things ever!

eventually you said yes!

now that you guys are together, you started to call him “mahal” (love) he asked you what it meant and now he calls you like that too.

he would ask you to teach him tagalog words and it was so cute how he tries so so hard to say those words that you taught him.

it’s always been ‘mahal kita’ for the both of you because eversince he knew what it meant, he started to like the way it sounds and he thought that it sounded more meaningful so he started to use it instead of ‘i love you’ (i want this please)

he’d always call you “mahal” and “bebe” it was the cutest and you would always call him “bebe” because that was the one that made him blush a lot

OMG HE ONCE CALLED YOU PALANGGA AND YOU ASKED HIM WHERE HE GOT IT FROM he said he was searching tagalog endearments 🫠

“bebe, cook me sinigang please”, “mahal, where’s my kiss”, “bebe labs, bebe time please”

eversince he knew the word “bebe time” there was never a time that he doesn’t use it.

you would always talk to him in tagalog and he ABSOLUTELY adores it!! it was fine with him even though he thinks that you’re cursing him but still he found it cute.

but he hates it when you’re mad because you would take too fast and it would frustrate him and it always sounded so harsh when you would scream at him in tagalog so ever since the first time you did that, he tried hus best to not make you mad LMAO

his favorite filipino food that you make is sinigang and adobo - he would always tell you to make him some whenever you guys are together or just when he craves it

he also started to love jollibee because you would always tell him to buy some for you so he decided to try it out now it’s one of his favorites!

your favorite song together is from the band IV of spades it was “come inside of your heart — ever since you guys started dating he started to listen to a lot of filipino artists like ben&ben, eraserheads, adie and many more !!

omg when you got home from the philippines you decided to buy lato lato for him 😭 it was the worst decision ever because he wasn’t the only one obsessed with it, Jeremiah was obsessed with it too.

he just loves you and your culture, to the point where whenever it’s summer — you guys made sure that on the top of the list for your plans was to visit the philippines and visit as many places as you can <3 it became his second home and you love that for him. 😩❤️

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i LOVEDDDD writing this — this is so far the cutest thing i’ve ever written — thanks to anon who requested this <;3

lmk if y’all want more requests !! if y’all want more filo!reader, i’ll gladly do them :))

[pandoa]

"say you love me but make it sweeter"

you tell rook you love him. in a language he doesn't quite understand.

~rook hunt x gender neutral reader~

warnings: slight cursing; reader speaks tagalog. as i’ve said before, my tagalog is a tad rusty, so if there are any fluent tagalog speakers out there who can check my grammar, i’d appreciate it very much!! i’m too embarrassed to ask my irl filipino friends lol

just something short i wrote that’s purely self indulgent; happy birthday to meEeeEEEeEe~

“Mahal na mahal kita, Rook. Ikaw ang aking puso at aking buhay. Ang ilaw sa pinaka madilim ng gabi ko. Hindi ko kayang mabuhay nang wala ka, aking sinta.”

“(Y/n),” Rook’s voice rang throughout the golden-accented room of the Pomefiore huntsman. “What did you just say?”

You gave your eccentric boyfriend a knowing smile that reached the corners of your eyes in mischief, “Not telling~”

“Ah! You wound me, mon ange!” The shining blonde cried as he clasped his heart, feigning agony at your pixieish stunts. “How can one live in mystery after their beloved has spoken such lyrical words?” Rook, playing along with your indifference, sighed as his mind ran miles—pondering the meaning behind your native language. There was something so warm about each poetically bewitching thing you said. He could feel the sincerity and passion within your unknown words and was determined to pull the hidden meaning out of your wonderous mumbling. The man was curious, could you blame him?

“Well, continue to suffer because I’m still not telling you what I just said,” you laughed, beaming at the hunter.

The young man glanced at you anticipatingly, “Tell me what it means.”

“No.”

“Please?”

“No.”

“What if I knelt down on one knee right this instant, reached out for your hand, and declared my love just for you?”

You paused for a moment, contemplating his tempting offer, “...Never.”

“Trickster, I beg of you!”

“Oh, Rook—I already said no,” you said, giving him a sympathetic grim—almost pitying Rook’s desperation. “It’s more fun this way; like a small little secret only I know out of everyone in Twisted Wonderland~”

Rook, giving you a subtle pout, then promptly placed a gentle grasp onto your unknowing shoulders as you both sat atop the cotton covers of the vice housewarden’s mattress. “Mon tresor, if you refuse to tell me what it means, then please at least say it again. I wish to engrave your lovesome, enchanting voice into my mind.”

You looked his way again, baffled at his surprising request. “But… You knew nothing of what I had just said? Why would you want to hear it again?”

“Because your voice alone is so beautifully ethereal,” he replied with a certain tenderness gracing his tone, “however when partnered with the harmonious words of your home’s language, I cannot help but adore each syllable that comes from your angelic self.”

“I could have easily just insulted you and called you a bitch, you know,” you jokingly commented.

“Even that is beautiful in itself, mon amour.”

“...”

“You're hopeless, Rook.”

“Aha!” The man you called your lover laughed at your amusing reactions. “But you love me just the same, do you not~?”

You stared at the blonde—deadpanned—before sitting up and making your way out of the Pomefiore dorm room, away from the said third-year. “No comment.”

“Ah—Trickster! Wait!"

✧ ･ﾟ : ˚ · . ✧ ･ﾟ: ✧.* .ೃ࿐.ೃ࿐ ✧.* ✧ ･ﾟ : ˚ · . ✧ ･ﾟ:

“I love you very much, Rook. You are my heart and my life. The light of my darkest night. I cannot live without you, my dear.”

✧ ･ﾟ : ˚ · . ✧ ･ﾟ: ✧.* .ೃ࿐.ೃ࿐ ✧.* ✧ ･ﾟ : ˚ · . ✧ ･ﾟ:

a/n: IKAWWWW LAMANGGGG ANG TANGI KOOONG MINAMAHAL~ ANG LAGI KONGGGG DINARASAL~~~ also yes that last quote is a translation of what reader said- i'm cringing lmao

[going-to-ikea-for-the-fries]

CAN I ASK FOR A 141 HEADCANON WITH READER WHO IS A FILIPINO? It's okay if you don't want to:>

First of all, biggest apologies for the time it took me to answer this, I was in a little rut when it came to inspo + wanted to do some proper research on Filipino culture/aspects, to see how to best write it.

That being said, I think I came up with a few interesting HC for the boys (also this is assuming the Filipino reader moved to England - regardless of working for the 141 or not!):

Filipino Reader headcanons

tags: you/your, gn!reader, drinking and hangovers.

England is cold, it’s rainy, it’s ugly. That’s the main thing in your head 90% of the time. The touristy ‘oooh’s and ‘ahhh’s had worn off after the first 3 weeks, after you had run all over London and the surrounding areas… It had been wonderful when the weather was mild and actually kind of sunny.

Now it’s Winter. And, sure, you’re no stranger to rain coming from an island country with plenty of rain and plenty of humidity, but the rain in London feels GROSS. It might be the cold or dreariness of the streets, but you feel gross every time you get home and have to unzip your jacket and shake the water off your flimsy foldable umbrella.

Whenever you want to complain about how much you miss the heat and how miserable you feel during the nippy mornings in London, you go to Soap. He immediately agrees with you and speaks of the English weather with the same disdain you do, as if he wasn’t born in Scotland where the cold and rain is arguably tens of thousands of times worse. Somehow you can picture taking him back home and watching him fit right in amidst your noisy uncles and cousins. Not to mention it would be hilarious to watch them try to make sense of his Scottish accent...

Gaz is the best when it comes to helping with your homesickness. He asks the best questions and lets you tell all sorts of stories... He researches Filipino restaurants in the city and checks all sorts of reviews to make sure he’s taking you to the one restaurant that’s immigrant-owned and cooks as close to your family’s recipes as possible (it’s not quite the same as your grandma’s lumpia or kare-kare, nothing will be unless you go back home and beg her for the recipe, and even still you somehow you won’t succeed in making it Quite The Same™️ either).

Ghost is a lot of things and one of them is a man with a severe craving for sugar and carbs. He’d never admit it but he has a major sweet tooth… So, the moment he heard you mention halo-halo to Gaz and talking about how it has condensed milk in it? The man was RUNNING to research it. And that sent him down a rabbit hole of food from your culture and, sure, it’s not nearly hot enough to make any of the stuff you were talking about missing… But he can make other stuff, and by the time you notice, there's always ube in your pantry, and a packet of tablea? And as you make your way to the kitchen one morning there’s just… a patch of fresh little pandesal waiting for you and they’re still warm to the touch like they’ve been pulled out of the oven in the last 15 minutes and… champorado (with a few tablespoons taken out of it)??? How-

Price would deny he has a problem with alcohol… He’s just… intrigued by it and likes trying all different kinds. Nikolai has gotten him some good vodka for free, Kate’s gotten him bourbon (and for Simon too) as well as some hillbilly backwoods moonshine… So when he heard you talk about a type of Filipino liquor that you always saw your family members drinking but you never quite stomach due to how potent it was, the man immediately got in touch with some contacts of his and… long story short, he brought a few bottles of lambanog to a team dinner. He assured you him and the lads were ‘strong’ and uttered some spiel about how Brits are basically born with alcohol in their blood… Only for him to get himself and every single one of the lads drunk off it. The next morning, while nursing the strongest hangover-induced headache of his adult life, you regaled him with the fact that the bottles of lambanog he got were double distilled and the abv was almost double that of a standard handle of vodka.

[squishi-bunni]

Sean Diaz x Reader HCs:

Reader is Filipina

Note: so sorry for not posting. First year of college and its kicking my ass a bit but at least i have As and Bs. This is a very obviously self-indulgent thing I wrote (b/c I think it is too often that the reader is assumed to be a white woman) to destress so uh… enjoy! Sorry again for falling off the face of the Earth.

fem!filipina!reader, fluff

-Yours and Sean’s family will get along pretty well

-Because Filipinos and Mexicans have such similar cultures (we in the colonized by Spain gang) your parent(s) warm up to Sean pretty quickly!

-You both share a mutual hatred for the Spaniard conquistadors.

-Comic misunderstanding of what the word “puto” means in Tagalog vs. Spanish

you bring some freshly steamed rice cakes (puto) that your mom made over to Sean’s house. 

Sean and Esteban are sitting by the counter when you come in. You excitedly say “Hey! I brought puto, want to try?”

Both Esteban and Sean look at you with wide eyes.

”Would we like to try WHAT now?” ”puto!” you hold up the rice cakes, “Filipino rice cakes!”

Esteban starts smiling, trying to hold back his laughter.

Sean says, “Y/n, that is not what that word means.”

”That’s what it means in Tagalog. Does it mean something different in Spanish?”

Esteban is snickering at this point. “Yes. It means something very different.” He laughs harder.

Sean pinches the bridge of his nose.

After they explain to you what “puto” means in Spanish, your jaw drops.

”Oh my God I’m so so sorry I had no idea; it genuinely just means ‘steamed rice cakes’ in Tagalog I swear!”

Sean and Esteban both laugh. “Está bien, hija. It at least makes a funny story.”

-You call Sean “mahal ko” and Sean calls you “mi amor”

-He brings you Mexican food and you bring him Filipino food

-Like every non-filipino, he instantly LOVES lumpia when you first introduce it to him

-You mom made an extreme excess of lumpia, so she gave him a freezer bag full of premade lumpia rolls. You help him deep fry them one day after school (he wants to share with his dad and Daniel) and his whole house smells like frying oil afterwards.

-Both of you talk about similarities and differences between Tagalog and Spanish for funsies.

-Playful arguments on which country does leche flan better

-You introduce him to ube-flavored sweets

-One time you bring ube Otap cookies to their house and Daniel ends up gobbling them all up (to Sean’s dismay)

-Cursing at him in Tagalog thinking it would be funny but he understands the gist of what you said

“Putangina mo”

“Hey!”

“Hehehe”

-He teaches you Spanish and you teach him some Tagalog

-Agressive pinoy pride >:3

-he makes fun of you for being short (not our fault that the average height is 5’1!!!)

-Bonding over cultural similarities

-y’all are such an it couple bc poc4poc relationships that are also interracial are such a slay

I realize that the LIS2 fandom is already very niche (even within the LIS community) so these HCs are even more niche but… idc! Writing this made me happy lol.

I’ll try to fulfill some of the requests I got back in September! Sorry for not getting to them yet.

Hope you enjoyed! :3

[bellonalabelle]

You're Just a Man || Namor X Goddess!Filipino!Reader

Note: Reader shall be referred as “Purigadang pada sinaklang Bulawan” or “Bulawan” in short. SPOILER AHEAD!

Summary: The feathered serpent god faced The Goddess of Wealth and Greed's Disapproval of his way of attempting to create an alliance and declaration of war.

Warnings: Angst, Hurtful words will be exchanged, Ego and pride will be stepped on.

Below the belt comebacks.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

Revered with beauty and a face of perfection, Namor cannot help but admire how his goddess of a wife’s brows furrow as he continues to paint on the walls.

“Yet again, you are not listening to me.”

The brush halted from gliding on the smooth surface as She turned her back at him with her arms crossed.

The golden ornaments that adored her hair created a gentle sound as it followed her movements.

"In k'iino', Just this once can you not see this the way i do?”

Namor asked as he placed his paintbrush down to face his wife and Queen. He did not mean any disrespect to his wife’s opinion on capturing the princess of wakanda and the scientist.

If it be any other argument They would usually come into a compromise that leaves both parties happy.

However the safety of their underwater kingdom is at stake and he could not afford to waste time.

“You are being reckless, seeking alliance yet you sanctioned death on the scientist.”

she turned to face him

“And now you captured the crown princess, the only remaining heir of Wakanda. Do you have any idea what you just brought upon us? Our people?”

She questions as she steps closer to him, chin up as she looks at him eye to eye through her thick lashes. If he had not made her his wife, she would’ve been his greatest nemesis.

For she is the only one who dares challenge him and will win.

“I do not plan on harming the princess unless necessary. She must see what I must protect in order to form this alliance. "

he brings up his arms to cup her cheeks,

"She must see that annihilating that scientist will keep Talokan safe from the surface dwellers”

He Caressed the warm soft flesh as if speaking an unspoken apology, The Deity allows this as her piercing gaze looks up at him.

“And what if she disagrees? There is no guarantee that she will see it your way.”

Namor replied with ice in his words

“Then wakanda will be the first to fall against our war with the surface world”

Bulawan looks at him exasperated as she removes herself away from his grasp.

“You underestimate your foes, I have forgotten that you are still mortal after all."

Her words felt heavy on his heart as his expression turned cold and stoic.

“I have told you many times that your callous ways will one day prove to be ineffective, maybe that day is upon us.”

She speaks from experience, she knows that there is no changing her stubborn husband’s mind. She has seen how this kind of situation played out too many times.

Namor took offense with her words as his own brows furrowed, growing frustrated.

“My Callous ways have proven to be effective through centuries and have kept my people safe.”

His gaze cold as he looks down at her in an attempt to intimidate yet she only met his gaze.

“Since you claim you’re so much wiser, Why is your life spent all alone before our alliance?”

Silence filled the air as his words hung over them, he only realized the weight of his words when the deity's golden orbs showed hurt.

Being reminded of what she has lost Centuries ago left a bitter taste in her mouth, especially since it came from someone who she thought she could trust.

He attempted to take back his words yet it is far too late as the deity takes a step back from him.

" In yakunaj, i did not mea–"

They are interrupted by someone clearing their throat as they announce their arrival.

"K'uk'ulkan, In Reina, The princess is here"

They both face the direction of the entrance. Bulawan, no longer in the mood to argue, decided to cut the conversation short as she faced him.

"One day…you will know what I speak of, one day you might understand, One day…But that is not today because after all…"

Her gaze was stern as she spoke

"You're just a Man."

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

[fbfh]

INCOMING LEO VALDEZ IDEA: In the Philippines, there is a little rice muffin dessert that is called “puto” in Tagalog. However, in Spanish, “puto” is a swear word equivalent to I think “bitch/whore/slut”. Anyways it’s a bad word so imagine Leo’s s/o knowing Tagalog, surprising Leo by telling him they got some puto at the store when they come home and Leo just chokes on his water while having a “what did they sayyyy” (like that one video meme) only for reader to show him the dessert

STOP I FUCKING LOVE THIS. no bc the look of shock when you're like "hey you want a puto?" and he thinks you're propositioning yourself for a hot second. he literally chokes on his spit or water or whatever. he cannot believe that just left your mouth. "do I want a what now??" he asks, trying not to laugh at how simultaneously hilarious and ocnfusing this interaction is. you hold up the bag. "a puto, they were on sale" you look so excited about the grocery store sluts you got on sale, then he sees you hold up the pastry. the sigh of relief he lets out is tangible. "oh my god..." you explain what puto means in taglog, realizing he probably thought you meant something else. "what does it mean in spanish?" "just... don't say that around my mom."

[iruiji]

HSR but Pinoy reader

So ito ay loosely based sa NAPAKA CUTE NA ANIME: Campfire Cooking in Another World with My Absurd Skill 

TW: Puro mura 'to bhie, pag nagreklamo ka mamaya pagtapos mo magbasa tusukan ko ng tissue yang ilong mo :D

pano ka na isekai? 

so naglalaro ka ng star tail (dailies) bago maaksidente sa kusina.. nasabugan ka ng gas para deds na talaga- charot! nagluluto ka ateng tapos bigla nag apoy yung kalan tapos nausok tapos deds- de joke sumabog ka talaga kasama nung LPG HAHAHAH

taena ko no, mapanakit?

sino unang na meet? 

si Sampo, actually. like, hours before mo mameet mga trailblazer. so diba ikaw na isekai, tapos na discover mo na meron kang access sa online store - bumili ka agad ng warmer tapos kitchen utensils (shala wala nang isip-isip! matalino na tayong lahat pag na-isekai alam na natin gagawin agad HAHAHA) 

enter Sampo, "That smells delicious!" tapos syempre natili ka bebs, nagulat na OMG SI SAMPO NA WALA PA SYA SA ROSTER tapos syempre kalma lang ses, kasi di pwede sabihin na kilala mo sya 

so ayern, pinakain mo si Sampo, halos maiyak naman sya sa sarap, tapos nagkagulo sa labas kasi hinahabol si Sampo, hinila ka niya kasi ise-save ka nya, dun kayo nauwi sa ilalim ng snow (strong ka ses kaya di ka tinatablan masyado ng snow kunwari) 

meeting the gang gang

Caelus (CUTIE PATOOTIE OMG apaka inosente mo bhie sarap mong halikaaan) discovered you both under the snow, and then OMG INIWAN KA NI SAMPO GAGI AHHAHAHAHAHA. Halos lumuwa mata mo kasi SI DAN HENG! KRAS!! nasa harap mo OMFG (shet bhie ang sarap nya BWAHAHA). You explained na wala kang kinalaman ke Sampo, na kinidnap ka sa bahay niyo after nya kainin yung pinaghirapan mong lutuin 

so ayern medyo naawa naman si March 7th (amputi nya ses!) saka Caelus kasi you look lost, ateng, and seriously, anlayo ng hitsura mo sa mga tao ng Belobog, so naghinala agad si Dan Heng na hindi ka taga don, pero di muna niya sinabi (maya na, excited yarn? HAHA) 

so ayun dumating si (drool) PAPA GEPARD ANG GWAPO MO MARRY ME, ahem, dumating na nga si Pogi #4 para arestuhin your ass (hng, double fuck), tapos syempre nilabanan siya ng main cast WOOOOOO LIPAD PANTY! ay wait! HHHAHHAHAHHAHA kaluluwa kasi!! amp giatay 

tapos ayun pinaglaban nina March 7th na mga aliens sila (kasama ka dun lol), and si Gepard naman nPAKA DADDY MO SHET ayun dinala tayez kay cocogoat- este cocolia pala, tapos ayern syempre alam mo na may maligno na sumapi kay ateng so shatap ka na lang kasi dakila kang marites eh, baka ikapahamak mo pa pag nagdaldal ka lmao 

so ayun sa hotel inexplain mo sa kanila na na isekai ka lang dito and you have no idea how to get back or how the hell you've arrived here in the first place (with tears!! dapat bhie yung pang Oscars na may kasamang pag-wipe ng luha!) - and Dan Heng SHET PAKASALAN MO DIN AKO WOOF WOOF sinabi na may hunch na talaga sya nung una pa lang (GWAPO NA MATALINO PA SHET NAOL TALAGA TOTOO)

syempre kunwari di mo alam kung ano Astral Express so nagtanong ka, and SYEMPRE OMG TINANONG MO KUNG PWEDE KANG SUMAMA SA KANILA and your reason is, "I can cook!" BITCH YES YOU GRADUATED AS A CHEF WAG PAPATALO! PINALAKI TAYONG PALABAN NG SEXBOMB!! so ayun sinabi ni Dan Heng na tatanungin niya sina Himeko at Welt - to which you responded with, "Who?" LINSYAK, YES! TALINO MO BEH, WOO! Para di ka nila pag-isipan na may alam ka about sa kanila HAHAHHAHA naol advanced mag-isip 

naka skin white yarn?

So anyway, so eto na nga: Si Bronya (puta ang ganda nya sa personal??? girl??? naka etude house yarn?!), tapos ang cute ni Pela shet! What's not so cute though is yung hinahabol na nila kayo - and then ni-rescue ang gang, tapos na-meet mo din sina Oleg at Seele (shet maganda din?? wtf ateng??? buysit tong si hoyo kinukwestyon pagkababae ko). Anyways, kinaltukan mo si Sampo ng dalawa kasi ANG GWAPO MO DIN TANGINA KA DI AKO MANYAK PERO PAHIPO NAMAN NG SIDES MO BHIE AY WAIT- iniwan ka niya nung andun si GEPARD 

anyways, so ayern nga na discover niyo plano ng Wildfire and si Natasha (mommy??), nagpunta kayo sa abandonadong orphanage, then Seele and Bronya talked, bla bla bla, tapos nagpahinga ulit sa hotel underground – dun mo actually nalaman kay Dan Heng na OMG PUMAYAG SI HIMEKO AT WELT NA MAG-STAY KA SA ASTRAL EXPRESS AT THE MEANTIME OMGOMGOGOMG 

meeting kay Svarog – syempre napalaban ang ganggang (omg ang cute ni Clara!! Iuwi sana kita kaso lalasugin ako ni Svarog- ay wait, why not? AHHAHAHAHA kalma tayo ‘te! Juice-colored) ayun nasa tabi lang kayong dalawa until tumakbo sya dun sa robot para protektahan (aww. Pero kids don’t try this at home, tanging mga professional at mga batang walang tsinelas lang ang gumagawa neto.) 

so ayun excited kang natulog – then nung nagising ka nalaman niyo na si Bronya naglayas para kausapin si Cocolia and syempre sinundan niyo kasi syempre medyo friends na din kayo (kahit ang ginawa mo lang naman is titigan siya for like 35 minutes – ang ganda talaga syet bagay mag kpop idol – but I guess most of them are), na meet niyo si Serval ulit (shet bangganda din wtf?!) tapos ayun tinulungan niya kayo na makarating sa restricted zone and na-meet ulit si Papa Gepard ILANG BESES PA BA KONG LULUHOD BHIE, then boom! Gepard got his ass smacked by his sister (WHOOO FEMALE EMPOWERMENT LEZGO) 

anyways, BOOM SHAKALAKA, main fight with Cocolia 

asan ka? Andun sa likod, nanonood lang with popcorn na binili mo online HAHAHAHAHHAHAHA  

angagawen mo bhe?! Kusinera ka bhie omg, hindi ka hero! Ang cool ng laban- shet na malupet, tapos ayun na-skewer si Caelus like a sheesh kebab (HOLY PAAAAKKSHET!!!!) tapos BOOMMM came back with a flaming claymore and a vengeance 

*cue epic Wildfire battle song* 

the end pero nagsisimula pa lang talaga tayo mga bakla

ayun halos matapon popcorn mo kasi SHET NA MALUPET, kapag nag fe-flex muscles ni Dan Heng at Caelus naglalaway ka XDXDXD hoy bhie!!! Pulutin mo yang baba mo sa snow omg mag hunus-dili ka!!!! >.< 

anyways, after nun medyo naging melancholic atmosphere kasi namatay si Cocolia and nag-usap kung sasabihin ba totoo – medyo agree ka naman kay Bronya na itago muna, labas ka na kasi dun bhie eh. 

pero after naman nung sad na moment nayun, nag-offer kang magluto para sa kanilang lahat!!! 

this is before umakyat lahat ng taga underground sa taas – nagluto ka muna ng maraming dishes for everyone sa clinic ni Natasha and OMG halos maiyak mga tao kasi sobrang sarap ng luto mo lolol. Nibigyan mo si Natasha ng ilang recipe para in case na kelangan nila ng bagong ideas, lalo na at napaka limited ng ingredients dun. 

SI MARCH 7TH EXCITED KA NA IUWI KASI PEBORIT NA NIYA ADOBO LMAO 

medyo mangiyak-ngiyak ka bhie nung nagsi-iyakan mga taga underworld nung nakabalik na sila sa Admistrative District, shet, nakaka touch din yung speech ni Bronya (sniff ang laki na nya grabe parang kelan lang char HAHAHAHA) tapos andun ka sa table kasama sina March 7th, Caelus at Dan Heng tahimik na nanonood.  

medyo natahimik ka nung nakapasok ulit kayo sa Qliport Fort kasi na-realize mo na omg, this is fucking real, this isn’t a joke – and gusto mo mag curl up para umiyak pero strong ka bhie eh, kaya huminga ka lang ng malalim and blink your eyes rapidly para mag shoo yung nagbabadyang tubig sa mga mata mo 

anyways, so nag teleport na nga kayo sa Astral Express, and then you meet Himeko- 

TAPOS BHIE DUN KA BIGLANG NAIYAK KASI NAGLARO KA NG HONKAI IMPACT 3RD DATI AND NAG-UNINSTALL KA NUNG NAMATAY SI HIMEKO KASI SHE’S ONE OF YOUR FAVES- 

so ayern, medyo nag-panic sila kasi buysit nayan, ayaw tumigil ng iyak mo! Bhie! Calmdawg!!!   

after mo kumalma (shet and sarap i-hug ni Himeko apaka fair skin) tinawag mo syang Ate kasi di mo mapigilan – grabe bhie sobrang ganda nya rin!! And medyo oldie si Welt pero gagapangin pa din AHHAHAHAAHHA pagpasensyahan na po napaka-kalat ko 

you told them your story (while minding the consistency para di sila masyadong maghinala), and very kind sila pati si pompom, naintindihan nila pinagdadaanan mo, so since walang available na kwarto in the meantime, pina stay ka muna sa kwarto ni March 7th while Caelus stays sa kwarto ni Dan Heng 

next morning, nagluto kang breakfast and gustong-gusto nina Himeko at Welt yung Sinigang mo! (LMAO HINDI TO TYPO, YES SINIGANG HINDI SINANGAG SA BREAKFAST) Medyo ayaw kasi ni March saka Caelus nun eh, while si Dan Heng naman yung tipo na basta safe kainin, la sya pake (pero hindi sya mahilig sa maanghang) 

anyways, OMG DUMATING SI KAFKA – cue the jawdrop coz HOLY SMOKING PATOOTIE, MILF ang datingan niya omigosh!! tapos ayun si Himeko tinago ka agad niya sa likod niya, and ikaw naman nung sumilip nag-meet agad mata mo kay Kafka so nakita mo na medyo nagulat sya – huh, so di ka nakwento ni Elio sa kanya? (ay friends kayo te? di mo naman ako ininform HAHAHA) Si Pompom naman hinila mo na rin sa likod mo kasi medyo nanginginig sya and you hugged him to calm him down 

kagaya nung sa storyline, kinumbinsi sila ni Kafka na pumunta sila sa Xianzhou Luofu dahil dun sa Stellaron, and bla bla bla, honestly di ka masyadong nakinig kasi alam mo na yun eh, mas tinitingnan mo yung payong nya, actually – nasa umuulan kaya syang lugar habang naka live, or aesthetic lang? 

“And who is this cutie, hm?” 

OH SHIT you yelped when KAFKA SUDDENLY POPPED UP IN FRONT OF YOU OMG LOL 

“Uh-“ quick! say something cool!! “I cook?” 

DA FUCK BHE GINAGAWA MO?! HAHAHAHA SHUNGA!!!  

natawa lang sayo si Kafka, shet! pero medyo natakot ka, kasi parang iba yung tingin niya like kinakabisado nya hitsura mo, so nagtago ka lalo sa likod ni Himeko hanggang sa umalis na si Kafka 

phew! that woman is officially bad for your heart!! 

anyways, habang nag-uusap silang lahat sa cabin about sa next plan, ikaw naman nag decide na ilabas na lang sa luto yung kaba and jitters mo. then after lunch sinabi ni Pompom na magsiupo na dahil mag wa-warp na kayo sa Xianzhou Luofu 

to be continued ang kabaliwan bhie!!!! 

HAPPY NEW YEAR MGA HANGAL KAUSAPIN NIYO KO SAMAHAN NIYO KO SA KABALIWAN KO BAGO KO PA LAWAYAN SI PAPA JING YUAN, BLADE AT IMBIBITOR LUNAE!!!!! ANAKAN NIYO KO PLS

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bugna: TAKIPSILIM | destiny's twilight

PROLOGUE

Pairing: MCU Moon Knight System (Marc/Jake/Steven) x Avatar Fem!Reader

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PROLOGUE - A KISS OF INTERTWINED DESTINIES.

YEAR 900 circa, FIRST NIGHT OF THE FULL MOON. Tribes of Maynila - Archipelago of the Philippines in the Pre-Colonial Period

The night was draped in a silver shroud, illuminated by the radiant glow of the full moon. Its ethereal light cascaded down upon the tribal lands of Maynila, casting long, sinuous shadows that danced in the gentle breeze. This territory rich in culture and ancestral heritage was the heart of the Philippine archipelago, where the lush green canopy of the rainforest embraced the emerald waves of the sea.

Amidst the crickets' serenade and the leaves rustling in the balete tree, you lay in your mother’s bosom, so tiny and fragile. Haliya held you closer as your small fist closed gently around her forefinger. The dark brown eyes of your iloy (mother), the punong babaylan (head priestess), were filled with both love and a profound sense of protectiveness. Beside her was Rajah Bagani, your baba (father) and the leader of your tribe, his face etched with a mixture of pride and hope.

As future folklores will soon tell, your birth was no ordinary one. You emerged into the world not alone but accompanied by a twin unlike any other - a small serpent of silver and gold coiled around your small arms, its scales glistening like stars. The people of Maynila saw the kambal-ahas (snake twin) as a great omen, a symbol of true unity between the terrestrial and the divine. 

Yet, destiny, like the shifting tides, has not always been kind. 

On the eve of your first birthday, as the moon ascended to its zenith, you were taken ill. A high fever surged through your tiny body like wildfire, threatening to extinguish the light of your young life. Your father’s loyal uripon (servant) found you in your fevered state and rushed to inform your mother, Haliya, who had been tending to her sacred duties as the head priestess.

She and Rajah Bagani immediately rushed to your abode and abandoned their duties, all accompanied by a group of your mother’s alabay (priestess apprentice). The tribe's handmaidens watched over you with a mixture of sorrow and helplessness, for no remedy concocted by your mother’s apprentices seemed to quell the relentless fever. Panic immediately gripped your parents' hearts as they found and watched you wither away in your crib.

Desperation finally drove Haliya to her knees as she knelt and raised both arms to the sky, turning her gaze to the full moon above. With tears streaming down her face, she started whispering fervent prayers to their pantheon gods and goddesses residing in the heavens above. She beseeched them to spare your life, her precious daughter, in exchange for your eternal servitude. As Haliya's words filled the night air, the heavens themselves seemed to respond. 

Among the celestial beings who heard Haliya's desperate plea, none held more sway than the Philippine pantheon goddess of the moon herself. From her celestial perch, Mayari beheld the heartache of a mother's love and could not help but take pity. Her ethereal beauty was matched only by her boundless compassion. With a resolute look, the goddess then knew what she had to do.

The moon, glowing brighter and more radiant than ever before, began to descend from the sky. It hovered above the tearstricken Haliya and her ailing little girl, its ethereal light bathing them both in a gentle, silvery glow. The villagers and the leader of the tribe were seemingly frozen in time as Mayari herself finally descended from the heavens in a cascade of silver beams. 

The moon goddess was a vision of divine beauty, her luminous form casting an otherworldly radiance upon the gathering. Her silver and black hair was flowing freely with the night breeze, and her luminous right eye casted a curious look around her surroundings. Her left eye may be scarred and blind, yet it still held the same powerful gaze as its counterpart.

“Mahabaging Bathala”, Haliya managed, her tears even more prominent as she almost prostrated herself before the moon goddess. “Diwatang Mayari, ako ay iyong matapat ng lingkod”

By the grace of Bathala! Mayari, my goddess, I am your most loyal servant.

“Narinig ko ang iyong pagsamo, Haliya”, Mayari’s gentle voice spoke as both her eyes fell to you this time, the child whose bugna (true destiny) is yet to be seen. “Maging ang mga umalagad na nagbabantay sa iyong anak sa pamamagitan ng kanyang kambal-ahas”

I heard your pleas, Haliya. Even the ancestor spirits watching over your child through her snake twin prayed with you.

“Isang tagna ang nasisilay ko sa mga guhit ng kanyang kapalaran”, Mayari continued, addressing the head priestess directly. “Kaya’t tumahan ka na, Haliya. Hindi pa ngayong gabi magwawakas ang buhay ng iyong anak”

I foresee a prophecy written in the lines of her fate. So do not weep no more, Haliya. Your daughter’s life will not end tonight.

With a soft, tender kiss, Mayari bestowed upon your small forehead a gift beyond mortal comprehension. Your eyes, previously dimmed by illness, now glowed with a radiant white light, a symbol of Mayari's life force and divine power coursing through your veins. You had been reborn before your tribe’s eyes, fully transformed into the living proof of your mother’s divine oath - a promise of eternal servitude in exchange for your life.

"You shall be called Mira," Mayari declared, her voice a soothing melody. "And as my avatar, you shall serve me for all eternity until I release you. Until you fulfill and answer the calling of your bugna through my lead and my guidance"

Word of this miraculous event spread like wildfire in the neighboring tribes of Maynila, and even in the outlying territories. Little did your parents know that the trials you have surpassed in your infancy were only the beginning of your journey towards spiritual growth and enlightenment.

With Mayari's divine blessing, you grew into a child of exceptional abilities. Your very strength, agility, and durability surpassed that of any mortal. Your skin becomes impervious to harm, making you nigh invulnerable. 

You underwent rigorous training in the ways of the babaylan (priestess) under your mother’s tutelage, serving as an alabay (priestess apprentice). At Haliya's guidance, you honed your abilities in spiritual guidance and mediumship. You also practiced with the tribe's babaylan (priestesses) elders in the art of healing, herbalism, and divination. With each passing day, you felt more of the moon's power coursing through your veins, its silver light guiding your path.

With unwavering dedication, you slowly climbed the ranks of the babaylan order, eventually assuming the mantle previously occupied by your mother as punong babaylan (head priestess) in your own right. You have then stood alongside your father, Rajah Bagani, as his right hand and equal in the protection and guidance of your people. Your entire family ruled with wisdom and compassion, and under your watchful gaze, your father’s banwa (tribe) prospered as your lands grew and prospered with each passing season.

But time, unrelenting and inexorable, took its toll. Like all mortals, your parents, Rajah Bagani and Haliya, succumbed to their mortal limitations, leaving you as the last vestige of their once-proud lineage. As you mourn their passing in their deathbeds, you then realize the true magnitude of your mother’s divine oath. 

As the avatar of Mayari, you were untouched by mortality. You now share the immortal life of your patron goddess when she breathed your second life into your lungs that fateful night. At this discovery, you know that your life has then changed forever.

You left your late father’s banwa (tribe) to the rule of your siblings and lived as a nomad. In your solitude, you became more attuned to the celestial rhythms that governed the world. Drawing strength from the moon's luminous embrace and Mayari's guidance, you slowly unlocked the secrets of moon sorcery, mystical arts, and witchcraft. By harnessing your newly discovered powers, you managed to cast a strong illusion spell on yourself, concealing your true identity through the ages of the world that will come. 

Time flowed onward like a river, carrying you through centuries and across continents. For over a thousand years, you fulfilled your duty as Mayari's avatar, protecting her travelers of the night. Your presence was a beacon of hope in the darkest of nights, guiding lost souls to safety and warding off malevolent forces that sought to harm your people - Filipinos - both faithful believers and non-believers of the old pantheon faith.

But your bugna (true destiny) wasn’t written in the stars yet, until a thousand years later.

YEAR 2025, JANUARY 13TH, FIRST NIGHT OF THE FULL MOON.

Guildford, Surrey - Carter Family Estate.

The year was 2025, a distant time far removed from the world you once knew - your humble beginnings. The world has changed beyond recognition since the days of your youth, yet you remained an unwavering presence in the cosmic dance. An unchanging constant in the ever-shifting tides of history.

You stood upon the weathered balcony of your late husband’s ancestral house in Guildford, Surrey, the centuries-old stone beneath your feet a testament to the passage of time. The old chateau was a far cry from the tropical beauty of your birthplace, but you will never trade it for anything else. After all, Darius Carter was the only man you’ve ever loved.

And he has and will always be your home.

Your thoughts swirled like the distant constellations, memories of a time long past. Centuries have passed, and you have witnessed the rise and fall of empires, the ebb and flow of civilizations. You even witnessed the world welcome all forms of life outside its circular corners, from distant galaxies and realms stretching out to the cosmos. 

You stood beneath the same moon that had watched over you since your first breath. Casting its silvery glow upon the world, today marks a moment of celestial convergence.

A tagna (prophecy) waiting to be fulfilled. Your bugna (true destiny) is finally being written.

Clad in your ceremonial robes from your olden days as the punong babaylan (head priestess), you’ve made the necessary preparations to perform a spell. One that would reveal the hidden location of the ushabti of Anubis, the ancient Egyptian god of the afterlife. You started chanting the incantation, allowing Mayari’s celestial powers to flow through you as your eyes glowed white.

But just as you began to invoke the moon’s magic, an ancient and powerful celestial presence intruded upon your thoughts, abruptly interrupting your focus.

"Mira, Avatar of Mayari and daughter of the moon. Hear my voice”

Your glowing white eyes faded slowly as the Egyptian god of the moon started materializing before you. A towering figure dressed in white ceremonial robes of his people, Khonshu’s large bird skull head looked down on you with his hollow eyes. You closed your eyes for a moment, trying your utmost best to gather your thoughts before acknowledging his presence. 

"Khonshu, you old bird" you whispered, your voice carrying a weight of barely contained anger waiting to be unleashed. "After your betrayal, I’m surprised you’ve still got the balls to seek me"

“I will let your insults pass, you insolent wretch”, Khonshu’s voice boomed, but you stood your ground and merely smirked at his outrage. “The only reason I did seek you was because I have been left with no other options”

“I’m the very last resort, I see”, you raised a single eyebrow before folding your arms as if waiting impatiently for his next words.

“Enough! There’s no time, little one”, Khonshu impatiently bellowed, prompting you to stick out your pinky finger before him to rub your ears clean. “I swear that by enlisting your help tonight, I will make it worth your while”

“Speak then”, you sighed heavily, surrendering to his plea. “What do you require of me?”

“You have the power to move the heavens, Mira”, Khonshu said as his next words sped up your heartbeat. “Lend me and my avatar your power as a fellow wielder of the moon’s prowess”

“Why would you need to move the heavens, Khonshu?” you inquired, shaking your head slowly as you finally sensed the gravity of what he’s truly asking of you.

“Arthur Harrow leads a cult that follows Ammit”, Khonshu explained, his tone growing heavy by every second. “They seek to release her from her thousand-year exile, and we need to move the heavens at the very night where the very stars pointed at her last resting place. I need to find Ammit’s tomb first and prevent it from happening. At any cost”

You slowly connected the dots, realizing the implication of aiding him in a task of cosmic proportions, one that would shift the very heavens themselves. Khonshu’s plan would incur the wrath of the Ennead, the Egyptian pantheon of gods, and they would punish him by trapping his ethereal form in an ushabti—a god's divine imprisonment that would render him powerless.

“The Ennead will punish you”, you couldn’t bring yourself to utter the rest of the words, the painful memories of grief and loss surging in great waves. “They will imprison you in –”

“The ushabti, Mira”, Khonshu finished the thought for you. “And Moon Knight, my avatars, will then lose their lives. The same way he lost his”

In the recesses of your mind, you saw the face of Darius Carter, your late husband, who had been the avatar of Anubis. You saw glimpses of your shared memories together — his smile, his laughter, and the tragic day he was taken from you. His death had been a consequence of the very ceremony that Khonshu is now doomed to repeat and subject his own avatars to, and the memory of his sacrifice weighed heavily on her heart.

“Lisanin mo ang aking lingkod, lapastangang diwata!”

Leave my servant alone, you disrespectful god!

Mayari’s powerful voice echoed as she descended at your side, her eyes blazing as she eyed the Egyptian moon god distastefully.

“Huwag mo siyang pakikinggan”, Mayari warned as you felt the weight of your own goddess's disapproval. “Mayroon na tayong planong nabuo, kaya’t di mo siya kailangang sundin”

Do not heed his words. We have already formulated a plan, so you don’t need to follow him.

“My avatars”, Khonshu spoke, his voice resolute as he addressed you directly. “Are intertwined with your destiny closer than you think”

“Kasinungalingan!” Mayari bellowed, attempting to shield you from Khonshu’s view. But his words intrigued you greatly.

Lies!

“Hayaan natin siyang magsalita, mahal kong diwata”, you said, breathing heavily as you looked inquisitively at the moon god. 

Let him speak, my goddess.

“What do you mean by those words, Khonshu?”

“Before Anubis was imprisoned by Set, he tasked Taweret to perform a ritual and allow his avatar’s soul - his essence to be reborn into this world”, Khonshu confessed, his revelation rendering your eyes wide with disbelief. “His soul may have long passed the Field of Reeds, but Taweret succeeded with reincarnating Darius Carter into this life once again”

Tears immediately fell from your eyes as the overwhelming emotions of pure longing threatened to overwhelm you. Your patron goddess, Mayari, watched you sadly as you struggled to form your next words.

“It can’t be”, you shook your head as it filled up with even more questions left to be answered. “Your avatars?” 

“See them for yourself”, Khonshu said before placing his large hand over your head, casting a spell of his own before disappearing from your sight. 

Your eyes glowed white once more as the combined powers of Khonshu and Mayari flowed through your veins, your consciousness traveling with the Egyptian moon god as he commanded. 

He resurfaced once more at the familiar deserts of Cairo in Egypt, with your astral form landing elegantly at his side. You swiftly scanned your surroundings for any sign of Khonshu’s avatar, your eyes trying to find evidence of his preposterous claim of them sharing fragments of your beloved’s reincarnated soul. But when you finally laid eyes on Khonshu’s avatar, his Moon Knight, your knees almost buckled.

His face - every facet of it - is an exact carbon copy of Darius Carter. Your long lost love buried beneath the sands of time - literally and figuratively.

Although, the man standing before you carries himself very differently. His white aura shines like a halo swirling around him, and he was situated beside another young woman of Arabic Egyptian descent who you do not recognize. You notice his eyes were directed at where you stand, but you realize that he couldn’t see you. He was currently looking at his patron god, his master.

“I remember that night”, Khonshu spoke, addressing his avatar’s latest words. “I remember every night”

Steven Grant eyed the god inquisitively, wondering what he was on about. You, on the other hand, couldn’t help but hear your own heart thundering inside your chest as your beloved’s reincarnation neared.

I beseech you, Mira. Khonshu’s celestial voice now echoed in your own head. Lend half of your life force to them. Save my avatars.

Huwag mong gawin ito, Mira. Mayari’s own voice resonated as she implored you. Hindi magugustuhan ng mga kapwa diwata ni Khonshu ang gagawin mo, at tiyak kong hindi na nila nanaising tulungan tayo. Hindi ba’t gusto mong maipaghiganti ang pagkamatay ng pinakamamahal mong si Darius?!

Don’t do this Mira. The Ennead won’t like you aiding Khonshu, and they will no longer be keen to help us. Don’t you want to avenge the death of your beloved Darius?!

Mayari’s vehement protests and Khonshu’s urgent pleas fought valiantly in your thoughts, one vital decision being analyzed and weighed against another. Yet as you stood at the precipice, you couldn't help but see your beloved’s reincarnation closely for the first time. A deep sense of responsibility welled up within you, and you knew you couldn't stand idly by and let history repeat itself. 

You could not bear to see Marc Spector and his alters—Steven Grant and Jake Lockley, suffer the same fate as your beloved late husband.

With resolve in your heart, you made your decision.

“I’ll help you, Khonshu”, you spoke, much to Mayari’s disappointment. “I will help you move the heavens and share my life force with your avatars. And upon my aid, you will owe me a celestial debt”

“Thank you, Mira”, Khonshu nodded. “I will let you collect when the day comes”

“Khonshu?” Steven spoke, reaching out to his god. 

“With your help, I can turn back the night sky”, Khonshu said, speaking to both you and Steven Grant.

“How?” Steven inquired.

“It will come at a heavy cost, and I cannot do it alone”, Khonshu explained, repeating his previous words to you for Steven to hear. “When the gods imprison me, tell Marc Spector to free me”

As Steven’s ceremonial suit enveloped his body, you summoned your own powers as Mayari’s avatar. Your astral form started to slowly ascend as your eyes glowed white, your moonlit robes trailing behind you. 

“Do what I do”, Khonshu said, demonstrating to Steven how they will move the night sky.

You also extend your hands towards the moonlit sky, waving it around in sync with what Steven Grant and Khonshu is doing as the celestial skies start to dance at your command.

“Whoa, this is mental”, Steven spoke in awe at the swift shift of the constellations above him. You allowed yourself a small smile as you continued shifting the skies, his child-like wonder greatly reminding you of Darius. Your connection to Mayari surged, and the power of the full moon flowed through you as you aided Khonshu and his avatar. 

“This is the night”, At Khonshu’s command, you finally stopped at the night sky that the Egyptian god was seeking. 

“It’s surprisingly painful to hold, Layla”, Steven grunted, feeling the weight of the heavens on his shoulders. “Now I understand how Atlas must have felt.

“It’s working”, The Arabic-Egyptian woman who Steven Grant calls as ‘Layla’ gasped, pointing her electronic tablet towards the sky. She then attempts to scan it on her app to find out the location of Ammit’s tomb.

I can feel it. Khonshu whispered in your subconscious. The Ennead is starting the ritual.

You started to panic at his words, your life’s worst memory threatening to resurface once again as you saw Steven’s mask dematerialize before your eyes. Khonshu then knelt as he felt the ancient Egyptian spell taking its effect.

Taking a deep breath to calm and recollect yourself, you allow your hands to rest on either side of your body. You then summon every bit of strength you can muster as small beams of moonlight start to collect at your palms.

“I don’t know how much longer I can do this”, Steven gasped, his own strength from Khonshu’s power draining from his body as he tried his might to keep the night sky on hold.

“Tulungan mo ako, Diwatang Mayari”, you pleaded to your patron goddess. “Ipagkaloob mo sa akin ang iyong lakas at kapangyarihan”

Help me, my goddess Mayari. Lend me your strength and power.

Sa pagkakataong ito lamang, Mira. Mayari spoke, her motherly love for her avatar winning over her divine anger. 

Only this once, Mira.

You then felt an immense power surge through your astral form like you haven’t experienced before. It was like Mayari herself channeled her divine energy and prowess directly within you as the front strands of your hair turned white as a result of the goddesses’ power residue.

“I’ve got it”, Steven’s companion, Layla, exclaimed as she finally pinpointed the coordinates they needed. “29 degrees North, 25 degrees East”

Steven then collapsed with the last of his strength, his hands planted firmly in the desert as Layla tried to catch him to support. Khonshu’s form, on the other hand, was slowly withering away like sand swaying with the strong wind. The last of his divine essence left his avatar as he foretold, prompting Steven Grant and his slumbering alters to lose consciousness.

Layla was panicking at this point, repeatedly shaking Steven Grant and Marc Spector awake to no avail. You then shook your head as your own powers briefly subsided, witnessing the gut wrenching scene unfold before you.

“It cannot end like this” you whispered, determined to fulfill what you were meant to do that night. “I will not let you die - any of you” 

Summoning your moon powers once again, one wave of your hand rendered Layla El-Faouly unconscious, their bodies then floating lightly upon your command as you tried to get them to safety. You enveloped them in a protective shield using your magical talents as bullets started to fire from oncoming vehicles headed towards your direction. 

Your hands slowly raised in midair, your eyes glowing bright white once more as your magic commanded the blasphemous vehicles to float. You crushed them with your fist in a terrifying grip, the moon’s power surging through.

As your astral form descended, the auras of Khonshu’s avatar swirled before your eyes. Hues of white, gray and black enveloped the unconscious body of your former lover’s reincarnation as you took a few steps near. Finally kneeling before him, your hands hovered directly above the unconscious form of Marc Spector who lay on the ground, his alters Steven Grant and Jake Lockley locked in a fragile balance. You began to chant in an ancient, melodious language, your words carrying the weight of centuries of moon magic.

Whispering a silent prayer to your patron goddess, you pressed a gentle kiss on Marc’s forehead. And as your lips slowly hovered over his, an oath was sealed beneath the full moon's watchful gaze.

"Arise, Moon Knight," your voice echoing as a soothing lullaby in the deep corners of Marc Spector’s shared headspace. "With the power of the moon, I grant you half of my life."

With the magic that flowed through your veins, you breathed life into his lungs as your lips finally connected. A surge of energy coursed through Marc's prone form, his eyes fluttered open as it glowed white like yours. A crescent moon tattoo then slowly inked itself into your respective jugular notches, symbolizing your intertwined destiny with Khonshu’s avatar. 

You then opened your eyes to see Marc looking directly at you, seemingly recognizing his other half even in your astral form. He sees you - they all do.

And as the events of that night finally took a toll on your body, your astral form was pulled back to your waiting body in London. Your eyes then felt heavy as a powerful sleep spell overtook your being, collapsing in the arms of your patron goddess. The last whispers you’ve heard were of a heavenly voice, seeking your forgiveness as she places a spell before you surrender your mind to the promise of good dreams with Darius Carter and his reincarnation, the Moon Knight, beneath the full moon’s eternal light.

“Patawarin mo ako, Mira, sa aking gagawin” Forgive me, Mira, for what I’m about to do.

END OF PROLOGUE.

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[thinkinaboutfandomstuff]

Rise!Leo with a filipino s/o

(This is self indulgent and also bc i don't see alot of filipino fics in general so here you go filipino rottmnt fans!)

P.s. i can't speak spanish and i used google translate <3

Him being Leo, he thought you were spanish for the LONGEST time

Before dating, he'd secretly listen in to you sing

Boy is fucking SWOONING

If you can't sing, he'd probably watch you dance and stuff

Back to the he-thought-you-were-spanish thing, he eventually found out you weren't spanish, but infact filipino via this convo:

"Y/n! Y/n y/n! ¿Cómo está mi español? ¿buen derecho?"

"Uhh.. what??"

"My spanish! Good wasn't it?"

You almost cracked up

"Leo.. i'm filipino, not— not spanish, dude.." you tried to keep in your laughter but it failed for the most part

He didn't get what the difference was, but when you explained it to him, he kinda just went red

"W-well, pfftt– i knew that! Totally, totally.."

Poor boy was embarrased lol

He's absolutely terrified and kinda attracted to your swearing

You'd be playing a video game

"Bobong punyeta.." (Stupid asshole..) "Tangina mo!" (Your mom's a whore!) "Linte.." (fuck..)

"Oh my god i love you."

"What?"

"What?"

If you can sing, karaoke nights with you are going to end up with everyone defeated and Leo bragging about you

If you can dance, you try to beat all their DDR scores but JUST fall short from donnie which now starts a never ending dance battle between you two that ends at 2 in the morning

Overall, he loves you for who you are and he won't change a thing about you

______

Dont take this too seriously, it took me like 30 mins to write this bc i got bored lmao

[sleepydhanie]

Imagine a Filipino!reader being in Nevermore

Filipino!reader would have the ability to control plants, because duh they grew up with a mom who is a plantita

They would hangout with bianca,since Filipino!reader is good at singing they would have a duet sometimes

They would totally gossip with Enid about anything,like that one time Xavier and bianca had an argument...(mga marites)

They would def call Wednesday miyerkules just to annoy the heck out of her

Filipino!reader would be the quiet person who cover the half of their face by using a handkerchief, but talkative to the people who they are comfortable with

Would relate to Enid having many siblings,and having parents who have high expectations

They are good at math, because back in the Philippines their tita runs a mini store who they would work as a cashier

Would have dark humor

They would carry always Vicks around their bag,one time Xavier was having a headache and then Filipino!reader pulled out the legendary Vicks out of their bag and gave it to him "here oh,apply this in your temple and below your nose"

[g0d334t3r]

i don’t know how long this escape will last . . . MINORS DO NOT INTERACT (18+), implied smut towards the very end.

“YOU DON’T TRUST ME.”

the words were flat—a statement born out of misplaced anger and insecurity because, by all means, MIGUEL was right not to trust you. the identity you’ve built for yourself since your home universe collapsed—the lucrecia vaughn that miguel supposedly knew—was a lie, and yet, he has done everything and anything for you. and still—you couldn’t even begin to fathom not having his trust even when you knew you didn’t deserve it.

“lucrecia,” the man says patiently, his gaze a muted red.

his voice—low, thick, and gruff—is a web in and of itself, you realize with a startled look; there was nowhere else you’d prefer to be.

“that was not what i was trying to say.”

your jaw ticks. “then what were you trying to say?” your voice is mean, just as you’ve conditioned it to be in your girlhood—leaving no room for arguments, just as your mother taught you.

in truth, you’re hurting—but probably not as much as miguel would once he finds out how you’d gotten into the society in the first place—your heart bursting at the seams.

you rise to your full height, which you’ve long since known was incomparable to his, furrowing your brows and narrowing your eyes. the stamina he’d been helping you build up has paid off in that moment, keeping your breathing even and your chest calm even as it flickered to life in the wake of your anger.

“that i’m not good enough to carry out this case?” you continue through your teeth, your fists clenched at your sides. “that i’ve failed once and will only fail again?” your voice breaks off into a desperate snarl that rises in volume.

“just tell me, miguel, putangina lang—”

“lu.”

miguel had raised his hand in front of you placatingly like you were a feral animal to quell.

(the irony here did not escape your notice.)

“por favor,” he continues gently, carefully stepping towards you. “let me speak. let me help you understand.”

your chest heaved as you both stared wordlessly. up, down. up, down. inhale, exhale.

“tell me,” you repeated, finally faltering, surrendering—though a heat remained simmering below your skin.

and you and he don’t touch exactly, but the feeling was how you thought it would feel—if you and he stood so close you somehow ran out of air to breathe just like that—because miguel’s presence was big enough for the both of you.

he stands tall, if slouching a bit, looking every bit of the leader you hear he is. two whole heads taller than you, as you already knew. but it doesn’t make it any less of a marvel to witness it for yourself—to feel each breath of his life against your face when, for as long as you’ve had your powers, you’ve always been cause for someone’s last breath.

“your first run with the anomaly.”

you sucked your teeth at the grit in his voice. “what about it?”

he shot you a disapproving look. “it almost killed you—despite your preparedness.” he says immediately to the knit in your brows and the insecurity in your eyes, probably knowing that a self-deprecating spiel came next and more venomous words that could last the both of you another lifetime. “and that wasn’t your fault. you did everything right.”

“did i?” your jaw ticked again. “the anomaly escaped.”

“i don’t care.”

“yes, you do!”

his jaw sets this time as you let yours slacken to counter his words.

“capturing anomalies is your vice.” you hissed, glaring up at him, huffing into your shared air. “and i saw how you reacted when i made my report. i saw how you held yourself, the tightness in your eyes; you’ve always bred anger, miguel. did you know?”

“you’re not going after that anomaly.” his tone promised finality. “not with that mindset, not while distracted, not while i say so, lucrecia.”

“then help me!” you heaved. “help me be better or get out of my way.”

your nostrils flared as his hands shot up between the two of you to grip your wrists, and he leaned in, puffing out an angry breath against your neck.

“you,” he growls softly, walking them towards a wall, “are not going after that anomaly. ¿estoy entendido?”

you grunted as your back hit the metallic wall and then again at the resistance on your wrists.

“chica testaruda.” he breathed into your skin. stubborn girl, you knew his words translated, and it only infuriated you further—fanning the flames that had only smoldered in its supposed slumber.

remembering what he taught you during the early months of your arrival, you use the wall behind you as leverage to push—getting enough space to support your stance while miguel stumbles before dragging him down onto the floor and pinning him with your weight.

“you’ve always bred anger.” you murmured, digging your nails into his wrists as you held them down. “i know you hate me—”

“you know nothing, mija.” his chest rumbled, and his eyes glowed red. “i’m not benching you because i secretly think you’re incompetent, lucrecia.”

you sneered, mistakenly losing sight of his hands in your anger. “sinungaling.”

miguel flips the two of you over that next second, pinning you down more efficiently than you did him, laying his torso across your stomach and gathering your hands above your head.

“tell me i’m not the only one who noticed.” his chest rumbled again as he spoke, weaving the web you’d found herself in ever tighter. “tell me i’m not the only one who felt it.”

“felt what?” you huffed.

“don’t.” he takes one hand off your wrists to stroke your cheek, furrowing his brows in concentration as a knuckle grazes your skin. “don’t deflect, mija. don’t deny.”

“i don’t understand,” you stuttered out.

“but you do,” miguel murmurs, maneuvering your hands to either side of your head and pulling his weight away from your stomach, extracting a quiet gasp of relief from your lips. “i know you do, little psychologist. after all, you know how quick i am to anger. so you must know…”

“anyone can see how quick you are to anger,” you countered breathlessly.

“but you know my less obvious tells.” he shot you a look akin to fondness. “and i’m sure i can be as good a psychologist as you are, lucrecia. because i know what makes you tick and how you lie.”

your lips part.

miguel leans forward, easing his hold on your wrists, though not letting go just yet. “¿quieres que te bese, amor?”

“only if you’ll mean it.” you murmured over the rumbling of his chest. “and only then—dahil gusto kong maramdaman ang pagmamahal mo, at gusto kong maramdaman mo ang pagmamahal ko.”

his lips grazed your forehead first, tenderly kissing the knit between your brows until they’d relaxed. and when they have, when you craved more, miguel would chuckle lowly and draw away.

“you’re all i want, lucrecia.” his voice was thick, almost needy, when he spoke again, his mouth near your ear. “did you know? do you believe me?”

he dropped your hands and brought his ones around your waist, his thumb stroking the end of a scar that peeked out from the loose baby blue camisole.

“you know nothing,” miguel mumbled, though almost as if he was talking to himself.

“miguel.” you say, your cheeks set aflame. “please.”

his gaze flickered back to you. “tell me what you want, lu.”

“kiss me.”

and he does. he kisses like a man starved, groaning and hissing into your mouth as it parts for him, molding it into his image, the web that you have long since given yourself up to. and then he picks at your scar with his nail even as you writhe and hiss back, digging new groves in return to match yours.

you learn then—when his hand cups your mound, palming you through your worn grey sweats, his thumb circling your clothed clit in tight circles—another side of him that you’ve yet to notice through your sterile eyes: that miguel o’hara is a lover.

𓌳𓌳𓌳𓌳 translations:

putaninga lang - tagalog, an expression for anger.

¿estoy entendido? - spanish, “do you understand?”

sinungaling - tagalog, “liar.”

¿quieres que te bese, amor? - spanish, “do you want me to kiss you, love?”

dahil gusto kong maramdaman ang pagmamahal mo, at gusto kong maramdaman mo ang pagmamahal ko. - tagalog, “because i want to feel your love and for you to feel [mine].”

[shewki]

ANO BA TO HAJAJAJAHAHAH GUYS PLS AGREE WITH ME NA DATING FB WARIOR SI RINTARO TAS NAG P-POST SYA NUNG MGA TRENDS NA "USA JAPAN KOREA PH" TAS UNG MGA REACT VOTES AHJAHEHSHAHAH KAINISSSS

[squishi-bunni]

want to write a Sean Diaz fic where the reader is Filipino based off of the song Harana by Parokyo ni Edgar soooo bad

[bellonalabelle]

Art and Face Claim of Filipino Goddess Reader: Bulawan✨

I'll probably write more about NamorXFilipino Goddess Reader so Here's an artwork for y'all.🌸