A/N: Before anything, I just wanted to say that you, guys, have some wild imagination. Some of your requests are pretty wholesome asf, and others, well, a bit hot (w/c I don't find annoying at all tho fr). When I woke up to 88 notifications, I wasn't expecting THIS. But thank you sm, y'all have no idea. The Trese Nation is at a rise and I have no problem with that. I'll provide some good and hopefully, close-to-your-requests content. Thanks for sticking, mah frens.

In this splendid time, we will have the anticipated Kambal×Reader. But take note that since I received multiple Kambal×Reader requests, the ones with different plots will be written in a different one-shot. (´ . .̫ . ')

Until then, enjoy! 🍬

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧

🌥️: fluff, slight angst.

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧

The weather began with a subtle gust of cold breeze, the air winding up to the opposite direction that it should. He was perched on the tallest building, and opted a suitable location that provided him a good vantage point. He sensed a brief stir in the air, whiffing a scent of a versed presence they were unable to capture the previous missions.

Not this time.

He fishes his phone inside his suit, pushing the green button and putting it on speaker. It started with a few beeps before he heard the familiar static.

"She's here." He enunciates carefully, his pitch-black eyes casting an eerie gleam below as the city lights flickered on the streets.

"Are you sure?" The voice questions on the other line.

The scent was stronger this time, nearer. He closes his eyes and he inhaled slowly, idly, and his brows furrowed.

Was that a hint of blood? But it wasn't her own.

"Yes, bossing. Seems like she was on the hunt again."

"Surround her. Until I arrive, don't let her escape."

"You got it, Boss." Crispin echoes as he emerges from the shadows, moving beside his brother.

"Do not engage." Alexandra comments, her tone setting off in a mild warning.

The line ended with a sudden beep and Basilio slid his phone back to where it belong.

"Do you think this plan of ours will work? Bossing doesn't really know about it and she won't be pleased." Basilio inquires, looking to his twin.

Crispin huffs, pulling an intrepid smirk.

"Brother, with charms like ours? It'll be bound to work. Now, mask up. We got a vigilante to run."

Basilio rolls his eyes but responds with one of his own.

"You know, you can get a little bit dramatic saying that."

Crispin threw his head back in laughter.

"Brother, I am the drama."

🎭

When you escaped the very grounds of Ibwa's lair, you theorized you were about to run to unwanted territories. That bugger owed you four souls and you were trying to claim his debt, but that putangina twisted your words the moment you entered his building.

But, how foolish do they think you are? Being a hybrid of a lobo and a sirena have its perks. You were doing your job, and he was violating the rules. He was wrong to cross paths with the likes of you. Ibwa should be thankful you only pluck his limb rather than his only eye. By then, he would go blind as night.

If it weren't for Ibu's teachings and the accords, your infernal hatred towards the aswang clan should've ended right there and then. Their lineage wouldn't see the light of day if you had your way with them. Those mongrels were dirty liars, murderers, killers of your parents.

When Ibu's emissary found you huddled in a dystopian village decades ago, with your mother's limp hand wrapped around your small shivering ones, the Goddess of Death took you under her wing. Before Anton Trese's council and accords, hybrids were regarded with contempt and you being the product from light and dark, was punishable by eradication. You were but a wee child when it occured, when the aswang clan wrecked havoc in its wake.

Witnessing the demise and massacre of the village you came to love sent trauma spiraling to your being, clawing and piercing as you grew. That night was one of the nights you would never forget, where the breeze was chill carrying the souls of the innocent.

You were a survivor. The only one left after the storm. You were hidden, kept a secret. Taking you in was scandalous enough for a Goddess and were against the divine law that Bathala fabricated.

But that was during the primordial times, and things changed. Now, a new era has began.

In reverence for Ibu's blessings and the protection she provided, you dedicated your days to collect the lost fragments of souls. Going in places to gather them for the spirits to proceed to the afterlife.

Your tasks were flowing smoothly. Having to deal with trivialities on your way to the tracks of the Underworld were nothing too dire to put your life at risk. You wouldn't consider your schedule hectic.

But when you do have your free time and with Ibu's permission, you tend to venture far from the coast and more into water.

It was part of your blood.

As much as you adore the adrenaline coursing through your veins in your lobo form, the sirena part of you wanted to have that taste of freedom as well.

But whatever excitement brewing in you soon dissipated when you saw two demi-gods from your peripheral. It may be vague, their auras blending well in the shadows.

It was those wretched sidekicks again. That Trese youngling may need a leash or two to tie these pests.

You whine in your beast form, beady red eyes narrowing in annoyance.

"Pleasant evening, Mutt. Fancy meeting you here. You know, it's kind of funny how we crossed paths more than usual, no?"

Your nostrils flared as you stopped dead in your tracks, the infamous Twins hovering meters away from you. They were wearing their usual masks, guns on each hand. You could almost imagine the coy smirks playing on their damned faces.

"I wish I could say the same, boys." You sneered.

The one with the sorrowful mask feigned hurt, putting his hand on his chest.

"I thought we were buddies. Does the nights we spend mean nothing to you?"

Your face remains placid and tamed as your patience was on thin ice. You had enough drama and blood on your hands for tonight, you didn't want to cause any more ruckus than you did in the factory.

"I'm letting you off with a warning, boys." You huff, stepping one paw to initiate dominance.

"Kuya, I don't think this is such a good idea." Basilio whispers, turning to his twin.

"Trust me, Lio. I got this." Crispin mumbles, flicking a stiff raise of his thumb.

"Get. Out. Of. My. Way." Slowly, yet carefully. The words roll off your tongue, making sure to lace them with enough threat.

"Or else what, askal? Gonna go back to your mama?"

That's it.

You charged, roaring from the depths of your throat and barring your fangs.

You had a knack for 'do now, think later'. Blame it on the beast genes, but dealing with your forebearance on a maudlin night is a sensitive topic you try to avoid.

Quite frankly, these gagos hit the right spot.

"Bwesit. Did we get too far?" Crispin mutters, dodging as you pounced and almost bit his head off.

"I think that's a little too late to ask, don't you think?!" Basilio groused, firing at you.

You weaved through the path, sidestepping the bullets in inhumane speed.

They were quick, but you were quicker.

Crispin and Basilio had their backs against each other, heads snapping to your advancing form. They maneuver to your opposite direction and loaded their guns, quickly yet steadily they fired.

You grit your teeth and evaded the bullets.

It was becoming pointless. You wanted to end this as soon as possible but you wanted to prove your point.

These boys will have their treat.

You disappeared from their sight and the men ceased their firing.

"Where'd she go?"

"Don't ask me. We're both clueless here."

It was silent for a few seconds before they heard a distant growl. When they looked up, they were met face to face with your candescent titian eyes, like a swirling hot furnace.

"Shit."

The impact was sudden and strong as your bodies collided on the cement. The earth rumbled beneath your paws, rubble and debris flying from every direction.

You huffed, shaking your head.

So much for barking, they were quick to—

Your train of thought was put to an end as two hands grabbed your ankles. You snarl in surprise and the men raised you high enough only to throw you on the ground, creating cracks on your fall.

You wheezed as your vision began to haze.

"Give up?"

They taunted, guns shimmering in fulgent purple hues.

"In your pathetic dreams." You spat and shook your head in hopes to ease the stinging pain in your temples.

You stand, blinking away the blots from your vision. With a resounding crack from your jaw and the click of the men's rifles, you drove to their direction.

Barely noticeable, the three of you noticed a small flicker from your far  right.

Your breath hitched and you halted, completely still.

"Santelmo!"

A large and sweltering ball of fire was sent flying at the very point of your battle ground. What you didn't expect was Alexandra Trese in all her glory, in between the three of you with a murderous glint dancing in her dark brown eyes.

"Explain. Now."

🎭

"Thank you, Tapia. I'll handle it from here." Alexandra nods in appreciation.

The young police officer gave a salute before entering his vehicle. The sonorous wails of the car's flashing lights died down and you were thankful for the stillness it provided as you watched the steeled machine drive away.

You were still new to technology and the modernization of this world. But quick to understand that men in uniforms usually don't follow good news.

The lamps zipped on the barren streets, the sewers hefty with canard, and the moon out and full.

Now in your human form, you caught the aftermath of the small predicament from the corner of your eye and you grimace.

'Ibu's going to kill me,' you thought.

"Basilio and Crispin, what part of 'do not engage' do you not understand?"

You turn your head and raise your brows. Smirking in amusement, you crossed your arms over your chest and watched the scene unfold before you.

The twins flinched.

"It was Kuya's idea!"

Crispin frowns, hissing. "Hey! Don't put this on me, you agreed!"

"Well, it wouldn't even happen in the first place if you suggested it."

"Enough."

Alexandra pinched the bridge of her nose in aggravation.

"Not only did you disregard my order," she starts, her eyes growing to slits.

Basilio and Crispin seem to shrink under their older sister's scrutinizing gaze. You observe them, fascinated.

"The two of you caused enough damage to property and suspicion to our validity. Our job will be in jeopardy because of your recklessness."

Basilio frowns and rubs his wrist in habit whilst Crispin stared at the ground.

You could've run along and be on your way but something possessed you to stay. You didn't know what but you succumb to it. You suddenly felt bad seeing them get scolded over something you caused, too. Your parents may not be alive during the duration of your growth but they did taught you proper manners and morals.

Biting your lip, you sigh in resignation and decided to approach them.

"Excuse me."

Alexandra felt a tap on her shoulder and all attention was on you. You cleared your throat and ignored the searing gazes the men casted on you. You realized that this was the first time they saw you in your human form.

"Sorry to barge in so suddenly but it wouldn't be fair to them." You gestured, motioning to the guilty looking demi-gods.

"I don't see any indication here that I should listen to you." Alexandra throws.

You bit your tongue to stop the witty epithet but it was really your exhaustion that did it.

"Look, Miss Trese, as much as I enjoy seeing you giving these knuckleheads  an earful." You paused, sensing a tingling sensation at the back of your head.

"I would also like to include myself in whatever punishment you deem is fit." You answer politely, waving a hand.

"I also participated in this accident." You added, beckoning to the damage the three of you done not too long ago.

Alexandra scans your face then back to the tall men. They were as confused as she was but inclined her head in approval.

"Alright, I was meaning to ask something from you anyway."

You tilt your head in confusion.

"I have Ibu's permission, don't worry,"  she assures.

At the mention of the Goddess of death's name, you cursed. The fragments were still with you and judging from the placement of the full moon on the welkin sky, the train would depart any minute from now.

"Yeah, cool. Listen, I have to go. We can talk this some other time?" You didn't give her a second to answer as you crouched down and transformed back to your lobo form.

You spared them one last look, somehow lingering to the two men. The look on their faces was something you couldn't pinpoint and you nod at them before disappearing in the shadows.

🎭

You jumped off the tracks, patting your knees. Inhaling the fresh air, you bask under the warm sunlight.

You were unable to see the light of day after a week. Unfortunately, Ibu decided that your punishment was isolation. It wasn't cruel as you thought but it has to always taken a toll on you since you were a being meant outside and not below.

Normally at times like these, you would always tarry to orchards or fields but you ended up wandering on the busy streets of Quiapo instead.

You were a curious folk and it wouldn't hurt to be aware of human culture.

The sidewalk was busy and was swarming with people carrying various trinkets, clothes, snacks. You put a good distance away from the crowd and grimaced, the mingling scent of sweat and street food wafting to your nose.

You heard the bell of the geriatric church and you could feel its vibration at the soles of your shoes. You discern the faint voices of the church choir, the recognizable 'Ama Namin' blending to the clamors of the outside. 

Unaware of your own path, you somehow ran into something hard causing you to topple. But a hand took hold of your waist and pulled you back to your feet.

The grip was firm yet careful and you followed the outstretched hand and was met by a pair of phantom eyes staring back at your brown pools.

"Look who we have here." A man muses, tone light.

Two identical men casted you a playful smile and you recognized them as Crispin and Basilio. The usual grey suits they wear were gone and was replaced with casual clothing; a t-shirt and jeans. Basilio's long hair was tied in a loose ponytail and Crispin had his tufts haphazardly placed in every direction, identical to a bedhead hair.

Admittedly, they look good.

"H-hello." You greeted, surprised.

"What are you doing at this busy place, Y/N?" Basilio queries.

You shiver at the sound of your name rolling off his tongue.

"Just taking a stroll." You replied timidly and tried to wiggle out from Crispin's grip.

He still had muscled limb attached to your waist and you try no to blush. They were unperturbed by your writhing actions.

"Can you let go?" You grit, eyes narrowed.

Crispin winks but followed your request. You took a step back. 

"About the last time," he starts, ruffling his black locks.

"We're sorry."

You paused and raised your head. Your silence was an indication for them to continue and they understood.

"We should not have attacked you in the first place and it didn't actually leave a good first impression." Basilio chuckles and Crispin gave him a wry look.

You pursed your lips, stopping your bubbling laughter.

"And seeing that we bumped into you coincidentally," he supplies, putting emphasis on the last word. "We want to make it up to you."

It was as if they were holding their breaths, anticpating for your reply. You clear your throat, keeping your feelings at bay. The twins look adorable, that was no question. They were tolerable now. And rather cresting more nemesis, you wanted to start forming companions instead.

Besides, these boys have something brewing inside of them that you can't seem to understand. That reason alone puts you in a heap of curiosity and wonder.

You were drawn.

What harm would it cause you to spend the rest of the afternoon with them? This could be a good opportunity for you to venture more about the human realm.

You shrug your shoulders, beaming.

"Sure. I don't see why not."

And that's what you did. Agreeing was something but being pulled to any available stand was another thing. You were introduced to various stalls and tried some delicacies. You concluded that after tasting a few, kwek-kwek really stuck to you.

The twins were enthusiastic and you didn't mind. It was actually refreshing. The three of you exchanged yarns but not enough to tell your whole life story.

"Hey, Y/N. What's your last name?" Basilio opens, walking between them.

"I don't have any—"

"Want to borrow mine?"

Crispin scoffs, striking Basilio's chest with a playful shove.

"That was pathetic! You call that flirting?"

"Well, Y/N seems to like it." He argued, glaring at his older brother.

You guffawed, shoulders shaking. Denying that Basilio's comment made you flush red would be farcical. You weren't foreign to males flirting you and you had your fair share of suitors before. Anyone with enough braincell could tell that they were hitting on you and you accepted it.

When was the last you felt such ease? Not as part lobo, not as part sirena, or not as Ibu's little worker. Just you.

That's why you did something surprising that rendered both you and the twins speechless. Out of gratitude and the soft flutter of your heart, you stood on your tiptoes and gave them a kiss on their cheeks.

Crispin blinks and Basilio pinches his arm as they watched you trot a few paces ahead.

"Did she?"

Basilio nods. "Yeah, we're not dreaming."

You smile as you heard their footsteps shuffling behind you.

"How about Jobe for dinner? My treat."

The sun retreated to the west and the night sky tails on the east. As the last rays of sun disappeared between the line where the sky meets the sea, the warmth that you feel inside you continue to grew as you spent the remaining hours with the demi-gods.