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.
BINABASA MO ANG
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