Heneral Luna Secret Santa 2015 @henerallunasecretsanta - Tumblr Blog

“Huwag kayong magalala, Heneral, tapat po kami sa inyo.”

Maligayang pasko, @ensaynada !!!

Pasensya na at sobrang natagalan, dumami bigla ang lakad. @__@ Maraming salamat sa pasensya huhu. Sana'y magustuhan mo, at sana makulay ang naging Pasko mo (at ang magiging bagong taon mo)! Pagpalain ka!!!

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Fireworks

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year @d-artist-freude! I’m sorry it’s late but nonetheless I hope you like it.

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“Anong ginagawa mo?” Miong asks, causing Pole to jump in surprise.

“S-sumasayaw,” Pole replies, embarrased that his young friend saw him dancing, or rather, trying to dance. “At ikaw, ba’t ka nandito? Sino nagpapasok sa ‘yo?”

Being the boy that he is, Miong decides not to answer those questions and continue to prod his friend with questions of his own. “Ba’t ka sumasayaw? May sasalihan ka ba? Sasalihan mo ba ang Mr. Kawit?”

“Mr. Kawit?! Baliw ka ba Miong?”

“Baka,” he shrugged. “Ano na? Ba’t ka sumasayaw?”

“May practical test kami sa PE bukas…”

“MAY DANCE SA PE?! Whaaaaaaaat?”

“Oo, may dance ang mga seniors para sa PE,” Pole tells him, making Miong frown.

“May dalawa kaliwang paa ka ba? Kasi ang panget mong sumayaw.”

“Bakit? Marunong ka bang sumayaw?” Pole cocks his head to the side, watching as Miong crosses his arms.

“Oo kaya. Turuan pa nga kita.”

Miong presses play on his phone and music starts playing through the phone’s speakers.

“Halika ka nga dito,” he beckons Pole to come closer. Once he was within his reach, he took his hand in his and placed a hand on his waist. “Ako muna ang maglelead. Ikaw mamaya.”

They started their lesson. Miong would tell Pole how to move around and where to place his feet, to avoid stepping on his partner. Once Pole got it, they traded places.

“Sino nagturo sa ‘yong sumayaw?” Pole asks, leading Miong through their dance.

“Ang mama ko, baka daw kailangan ko kung saan man.” He answers him, as his friend nods. Dancing with Pole made Miong realize something important. He was falling in love. Not with the popular girl in school, but rather with someone who has been by his side the whole time. He makes a small smile at this realization, also at the fact that he didn’t want this moment to end.

At lumipas ang maraming taon Hindi na tayo nagkita Balita ko'y may anak ka na Ngunit walang asawa

“Miong, naalala mo pa ba nung tinuruan mo akong sumayaw?”

“Oo, naman. Ba’t ko makakalimutan 'yon. Ang saya-saya natin noon.” Miong says, taking Pole’s hand carefully, not wanting to touch the tube on his hand.

“Sayaw nga ulit tayo.”

“Sige, magpagaling ka muna tapos sasayaw tayo.”

“Miong, hindi na ako gagaling, alam mo na 'yun.” It was harsh, but nonetheless was true. Pole was not going to get any better.

Miong sighed, a tear rolling down his cheek. “Kailangan mong gusto mong sumayaw?”

“Mamaya sa rooftop. Gusto kong makita ulit ang mga paputok.”

“Hindi madali ang hinihiling mo sa 'kin.” Miong tells him.

“'Di ka naman tatanggi,” Pole smiles. It’s a weak one, but it’s still sweet.

“Alam mo kasi na ikaw ang aking kryptonite,” he says with a chuckle.

“Baliw ka talaga Miong.”

Miong brought Pole in his wheelchair up to the rooftop at around eleven, complete with a jacket and beanie, so that he wouldn’t get cold.

“Ready ka na?” Pole nods in response. He wraps his arms around Pole’s waist as his friend wraps his around Miong’s neck. “'Wag kang malikot. Baka mahulog tayong dalawa.” Pole frowns as Miong chuckled.

They danced, or rather Miong carried Pole as he danced. It was quiet still, which they enjoyed.

Magkahawak ang ating kamay At walang kamalaymalay Na tinuruan mo ang puso ko Na umibig ng tunay

“Miong. Habang nasa ospital ako, may na-realize ako.”

“Ano yun?” He gazes at him.

“Mahal kita. Ngayon ko lang ma-admit ko sa sarili ko.”

“Okay lang 'yon Pole,” he whispers, pulling Pole closer. “Minahal kita noong bata pa tayo, hanggang ngayon minamahal kita.”

With that, the two kissed as fireworks started coming out around them.

[a/n: Happy Holidays!]

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My reaction be like ohhh cute yes ahh dancing, kids yess ahh miong you sap and ohh yes he has fallen in love yess and- Ah Wait hospital??! ?! !! Are we GONNA KILL POLE AGAIN Fck Merry fxukkn kill Pole Angstmas And then oh- OH- Urgh sap shet wow #RelationshipGoals To ahh- Yes happy ending QAQ ❤️

Thanks! Belated merry christmas and advance happy new year! 💕

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a beginner’s guide to college

Dear @hersweetwonderland: Merry Christmas!! :) That’s right, I am your secret santa!!

Your wishlist said College AU, and I decided to go with UPLB, because that’s really the only college I’m that familiar with. I hope you like it!!

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“Alright, class dismissed.”

Joven Hernando found himself biting his tongue in embarrassment as he almost bid goodbye to the professor.

Right. College. Not high school.

He slung his backpack over his shoulder, surprising himself yet again as he realized it was lighter than usual.

Well, of course it was. The only thing in there was a pack of index cards, a binder full of still blank Cattleya fillers, and a bottle of cold water he had bought at the nearby Mini Stop.

His phone displayed the time: 4:30. He had been told that his dormmates wouldn’t be home till 6, and there was no way he was spending an hour and a half alone in a dorm, especially after finding out about all the horror stories the campus had in store. But where would he -

“Uy!”

“Ahh!” Joven screamed, tripping backwards and falling to the ground with a ‘thump’. His glasses fell off in the process, and suddenly all he could see was nothing but blurry figures. He could, however, hear one soft snicker as he got on all fours to search for his glasses.

“Ed, wala ka talagang kwenta.” a soft voice chided, and Joven found two strong hands helping him up. Before he could say thank you, he found his glasses on his face once again.

“Okay ka lang ba?” an older man asked him, eyes searching his face as he checked if Joven had sustained any injuries. The young boy nodded and gave a quick smile, still too embarrassed to talk after making a fool out of himself.

It was hard not to stay embarrassed when there was someone still laughing at him.

The person who had helped him up followed his gaze, and as soon as he laid eyes on his still laughing companion, he cleared his throat and gave the man a glare. The latter finally stopped laughing, looking sheepish as he apologized to Joven.

“Pasensya ka na kay Ed, ha. Mapalabiro talaga ‘yan. Pabayaan mo na, sumbungin na lang natin kay Tita Isabel.”

At that, Ed’s eyes widened as he gripped the other man by the shoulders, pleading, “’Wag naman ganyan, Paco! Di na ako papakainin nun!”

Isabel. Joven’s eyes lit up with recognition as he remembered the name. she was his new landlady, who had been kind enough to wish him good luck and tell him how to get to and fro the big campus. She reminded Joven of his own mother.

But how did these people know her?

As if reading Joven’s mind, Ed grinned and slung his arm over the frehsman’s shoulder. “Kami pala ang bago mong mga ka-dorm! Ako si Ed, at ito si Paco. Pero hindi lang kami ang ka-dorm mo! Andiyan din si José , yung kuya niyang si Manuel, yung isa pang Manuel, pati si Goyong. Since ka-room mo kami ni Paco, sabi ni Tita Isabel na bantayan ka daw namin. Saan ba sunod mong klase?”

“Um…” Joven found himself saying, still trying to take in everything that Ed had said.

“’Yan, tinakot mo tuloy. Ang bilis mo kasi magsalita! Ano bang nakain mo?” Paco asked.

Ed grinned. “Binigyan ako ni Goyong ng Super Cup.”

Paco shook his head, then turning to Joven, and asked in a softer tone, “May sunod ka pa bang klase?”

“Wala na po.” Joven answered, finding it easier to talk to Paco than to Ed.

“Favoritism! Bakit siya lang ang sinagot mo? Hindi lang dahil matataba ang pisngi nitong si Paco, mas reliable na agad siya!” Ed pouted, crossing his arms as he sat onto a nearby bench. Joven took one small step backwards.

Did…Ed just read his mind?

“Magsama na nga muna kayo ni Goyong, Ed, ang hyper mo masyado ngayon.” Paco groaned, and Joven found himself internally agreeing with him.

Ed did seem kind enough, but his hyper personality was hard to take in, especially when Joven was intimidated enough by the fact he was a college student. Paco’s kind, soft tone and attitude was what joven found himself needing at the moment.

“Asan ba yung supot na yun?”

Paco shrugged. “Rinig ko nasa Fertility Tree daw siya, baka hinihintay ka lang.” he said, winking afterwards.

Fertility Tree…?

“Sa harapan talaga ng bata, Paco? Grabe ka.” Ed said, shaking his head in mock sadness, but Joven and Paco both saw the grin on his face. “O, una na ako.”

“So, anong alam mo tungkol sa UPLB?” Paco asked, turning to Joven as soon as Ed had gone, as if to start a conversation and to forget the recent one.

“Um…wala po masyado. Siguro yung horror stories lang po.”

“’Wag ka na mag-po. Pati tanggalin mo na din yang I.D. mo, para di halata na freshman ka. ‘Pag nahalata ka kasi, baka mas marami pa ang gumaya sa ginawa ni Ed sa’yo: pero mabait yun, wag ka magalala! Hyper lang siguro ngayon.” Paco said, and although he had said a lot, Joven found himself understanding what he said perfectly.

“Mahirap ba po dito?” Joven asked, shifting his backpack. If what Paco said about other people pranking freshmen and all the other stories he had heard about terror professors were true, maybe Joven had bitten of more than he could chew with his college choice.

“Depende sa tatanungin mo. Ako, sasabihan ko na, oo, mahirap, pero worth it naman. Bakit, nahirapan ka ba sa first day mo?”

“Hindi naman. Naninibago lang siguro.” Joven muttered, and he felt Paco’s hand clap him on the shoulder.

“Okay lang ‘yan, makikikita mo pagkalipas ng ilang araw masasanay ka na din sa buhay dito.”

Joven looked down to the ground, and Paco frowned as he looked at the confusion clearly written on the boy’s face. “May itatanong ka ba?”

“Ano yung Fertility Tree?”

Joven’s frown only grew deeper as paco’s cheeks grew a deep red as the young man blushed. “Hindi ko ba dapat yun itanong?” he asked, alarmed.

“Hindi naman.” Paco said, trying to compose himself. “um, yung fertility tree…yun yung isang malaking puno malapit sa Carillon Tower.”

“Pati maraming naglalandian dun. Daming nagsesex. Kaya nga fertility tree, di ba?”

Joven turned around to find a man grinning at him, his eyes as mischievous as Ed’s seemed to be. From behind Joven, Paco groaned, putting a hand to his face. “Jusko po, José .”

“Bakit? Totoo naman eh.” José cried, feigning innocence. “Dapat wala tayong sikreto dito sa ating isda.”

“Isda?” Joven asked, not noticing the panicked look Paco had given him.

“Isda. Fishie. Freshie.” José grinned, and Joven fought the urge to groan. Paco, however, didn’t keep his annoyance secret.

“Kung hinahanap mo si Ed, andun, kasama si Goyong sa fertility tree.” Paco said.

“Ano kayang ginagawa nila dun?” José grinned, and Joven thought Paco looked like he was close to punching him.

“Kung mahahanap mo si Ed, sabihin mo bumalik na kami ni Joven sa dorm.”

“Joven ba pangalan mo? José Bernal, at your service.” José grinned, shaking Joven’s hand energetically. “Pati Paco, tamang tama, andun na din si Heneral. Ipakilala mo tong isda na ‘to dun.”

“Heneral?” Joven asked Paco as soon as Jose had left.

“Tawag namin kay Tito Tonio, yung asawa ni Tita Isabel. Tara, balik na tayo?”

They rode a jeep in silence, Paco frantically texting and letting out a frustrated sigh once in a while as Joven watched in silence, too shy to ask what he was doing. Once they had left the jeep, however, Paco apologized as he stuffed his phone in his pocket. “Pasensya ka na, ang kulit kasi nila Goyong, sabay sabay ang text. Puro spam. Tara na, baka hinintay ka na nila Tito Tonio.”

Sure enough, as they opened the door, a man in his midthirties with an impressive mustache greeted them. He first gave Paco a quick nod, and then continued to look Joven up and down, giving the freshman the fright of his life.

“Tonio. Tinatakot mo yung bata.” Isabel’s soft voice chided from what seemed to be the kitchen.

“Pasensya na, iho. Akala ko kasi kagaya ka ni Jose o ni ed, pero mukha ka namang mabait.” the man finally said, giving him a smile. “Antonio Luna. ‘Wag kang matakot na magsumbong kapag kinukulit ka ng iba, ha? Paco, alagaan mo tong bata na ‘to.”

“Opo.” Paco said, smiling softly at Joven. The latter returned the smile gratefully.

“O siya, magpalit muna kayo, kakain na tayo. Sila Ed?” Isabel asked.

“Magkasama po sila dun sa Fertility Tree.”

“O, sige, ako na susundo sa mga ‘yun. Pababain mo na sila Manuel.” Tonio said, grabbing his car keys on his way out.

Paco nodded, and he and Joven made their way up. They threw their stuff on their beds, quickly changing before Paco knocked on the next door. “Manuel, kakain na!” he called.

“Nonong, ikaw din. Baba na tayo.” he said, knocking on the opposite door.

The two doors opened at the same time, revealing two sleepy young men.

“Sino ‘to?” Manuel asked at first, gesturing to Joven.

“Si Joven, bago nating kadorm. Joven, ito si Manuel Bernal, kuya ni José . Tapos ito si Manuel Quezon, pero Nonong na lang itawag mo sa kanya.”

“Good Evening.” Nonong greeted as he made his way down.

“Nakilala mo na pala kapatid ko?” Manuel asked, yawning as he followed Nonong down.

“Sinabi pa nga sa kanya kung ano yung Fertility Tree eh.” Paco told Manuel, who sighed.

“Pasensya ka na dun, masyado talaga yung makulit, mas lalo na nung nakilala niya si Ed.”

“Ako ba pinaguusapan mo, Kuya?” a cheeky voice called from the doorway, and Joven found himself amongst the company of Ed and José once again, along with another young man.

“Goyong Del Pilar.” he introduced himself to Joven before talking once again to Ed. The two seemed like really good friends…or were they more than friends? Joven wasn’t so sure.

“Kakain ba kayo o ako na ang uubos nito?” Isabel suddenly called, startling them all. She smirked as she watched the boys sit into their chairs eagerly, almost immediately digging into their food.

“Ang sarap po talaga ng luto niyo, Tita Isabel!” Ed commented through a mouthful of rice.

“Ayusin mo ang pagnguya mo, Ed.” was all Isabel had to say, and Joven couldn’t help but laugh along with the others as they watched Ed slow his chewing to a dramatic pace.

Amidst the noise of Goyong jokingly spoon feeding Ed, Nonong and José talking about something…rather inappropriate, Paco and Manuel talking about a new professor, and Tonio and Isabel talking about someone named Aguinaldo and Mabini, Joven heard the soft ring of his phone and stopped midchew to read the text his mother had sent him.

“Anak, okay lang ba first day mo?”

Joven grinned as he took another look up at his second family, and texted back, without hesitation, ”Sobrang okay, Ma, ‘wag po kayo magaalala. Love you po.”

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floundering-ssdlt

Cruz Roja Daycare Center for @katlina-clara. Maligayang Pasko at Manigong Bagong Taon! Pagpalain ka at ang iyong pamilya’t mahal sa buhay. :D

One week into the daycare’s school year, Ysabel is surprised to receive a couple and their young son in her office. They tell her, in a small voice, that they wish the enroll the boy into the school.

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Andres Bonifacio Aesthetic

Secret Santa present for @askaphroulette. Maligayang Pasko amigo!

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@bukkun-moonsin *REVEALS SELF* merry christmas po!

ako po ang iyong secret santa huehuehue B’)) i hope u like it!

tas eto pa isa eto yung dapat ibibigay ko kaso hindi siya pampasko pero kasi–

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LUNA

Merry Christmas @floundering-ssdlt!! :) I am your Secret Santa. I really don’t know where this went but I do hope you like it. I was going to ask you a question anonymously but I thought it was too late. Well, at least I am giving you permission to kill me (According to my sources, Avada Kedavra’s a good killing curse). I might be posting something else, if it’s good enough.

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(fic masterpost here) (ao3 link here)

Eto na po! Ang secret santa na super delayed as in mega delayed huhubells pasensya na! Binibining @ruscano, sana nareceive mo ang mensaheng pinadala ko sa aking alipores noong isang araw. At pasensya na kung medyo… sabog ang pagkakasulat. Huhu.

Title: Oo! Ikaw Nga! Ang Kulit Mo!

Pairing: EJ x Reader

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anak-ng-heneral-blog

You asked for a Joven photoset, so your wish is your Secret Santa’s creation, @oreoandme! :) // I’m sorry I took so long–I had something underway and then somewhere in the middle I got this idea so I started all over again, OTL. Nag-enjoy ako sa paggawa aguinaldo mo, gusto ko pang dagdagan. ;) // Love and hot chocolate and hoping your Christmas was very merry, Kapitana de Rusca. ♡♡

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merry christmas!

Hello po @dakilanglumpia!!! ako po ang iyong monita. Pasensya ka na po kung malamang na hindi pulido ang gawa ko dahil na rin siguro sa hindi naman talaga ako nagsusulat ng mga kwento. Magaling lang akong magisip ng kalokohan pero hindi ang sumulat.

Anyway, this one’s got the 12 days to christmas title since yeah. 12 days naganap.

Pasensya na po ulit and HAPPY HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO YOU!

Labindalawang araw

Unang araw:

“Miong! Hindi ako susuko! Kahit gaano katagal mo pa akong pag antayin dito sa labas, kakayanin ko!” Sigaw ng binatang ilang gabi na ring nasa labas ng kanilang tahanan. Naririnig niya ang boses ng inang pumipilit sa kasintahang pumasok na dahil hindi na tama ang kanyang ginagawa. Isa pa’y baka hindi kayanin ng kanyang katawan ang lamig ng gabi. Magpapasko pa naman.

Hindi naman kasi siya dapat magagalit. Kung hindi lang masyadong malikot ang mga matang lahat nalang tinitignan. Noong nakaraang buwan kasi’y nahuli niya ang kasintahang kay sarap ng titig sa iba habang siya ay panay ang salita. Sino ba namang hindi magagalit?

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Huling Habilin

Warning: This is unlike our regular programming. This is not Mabinaldo, but if you squint hard enough, this fic has sort-of implied Pacoven.

Actually, dapat kahapon ko ito ipopost, pero naisip ko, gusto ko saktong Christmas ko ‘to ibibigay. Medyo dis-oras na ng gabi, so medyo nagwo-worry ako na baka di mo na mabasa. Pero, wala naman yun sa oras, basta mabasa mo pa rin ito.

Sweetheart, @bangskeletariat, ako ang secret santa mo. Merry Christmas! Sana magustuhan mo ang munti kong regalo para sa iyo ngayong Pasko.

P.S. Pasensya na at naging angst ang prompt mo.

Prompt: Joven, per Paco’s request, gives Paco’s last letter to Juliana.

Joven wasn’t due to wake up for another two hours. He mentally cursed himself for being so jumpy and alert when all he had to do was make a house visit to a highly-regarded lady. She probably wouldn’t dare harm him soon as she knows who he, until that untimely day at Cabanatuan, was associated with. It stays, he thinks. Luna’s men had always been alert. He’s thankful for being awake at such an hour, nonetheless. Another hour in slumber would have warranted him another set of hellish nightmares. Nightmares that kept him up and in tears. Other times he’d just wake up covered in slick sweat and tears running down his face. He doesn’t even remember, at times, but he knows they’re all of one thing. He’s thankful for the time allowance, it meant that he had more time to condition himself and rehearse what he had to say to her. He wasn’t an ignorant fool who’s never spoken with a woman, but he wasn’t well-versed in breaking out disheartening news. It was noon when he walked up to the porch of her quaint home. He could smell the unmistakable aroma of adobo from outside. He took one deep breath before calling out. “Hello? Is anybody home?” “Hold on! I’m coming!” A woman’s voice called out from the kitchen. Joven waited patiently on the porch until a mousy woman emerged from the far end of the house amd walked towards him, wiping her hands on her saya. “Who are you looking for, sir?” “I’m looking for a Juliana Piqueras?” “I’m her. How may I help you?” “I’m a friend of your la-” He cut himself off. “husband, Paco.” “I see. You must be Joven!” She took his hand in both of hers and gently shook it. She knows who I am? “Come in. You came at the right time. I just cooked lunch.” “I’m sorry, but I have to go,” Had they met under different circumstances, he would have stayed for a lovely chat. “I can’t stay long.” But his grumbling stomach gave him away. He had neglected breakfast again. “Nonsense. Your stomach agrees with me,” He turned red as a tomato. “Is there anyone else with you?” “N-none. I came alone.” She beamed at him before leading him to the dining area. He looked around the house while she set the table. The house was very simple, faintly decorated, but it had a very warm and welcoming atmosphere. You can see the masculine hints of the narra furniture sets, and if you look really hard, you would see the touches of femininity in every corner; the embroidered mantle, the light kulambo over the bed, the floral carvings on the tucador. Near the bed was a little pen, and inside was a sleeping boy of about two years of age. Joven sighed. How will this boy learn the ropes to being a man? How will he learn to protect himself and his mother effectively? Who will keep him safe? Who will he look up to as he grows up? “That’s little Juan. He’s quite the spitting image of his father, don’t you think?” He nodded as he took a seat across her. “He’s only just slept. I’ll wake him up later for supper.” “He’ll grow up to be a handsome man, like his father.” “That he will,” She passed him the rice. “Shall we eat?” They ate in silence. The more that he warmed up to his seat and the more that he took bites of his food ate away at his wits. There was a nagging feeling that gravitated him towards the house, towards Juliana, towards Juan, but he knew it wasn’t right. He may have not been her lover nor her husband, but he was going to break her heart. Soon. “I’m going to tell you a secret, okay?” He nodded in between mouthfuls of rice and adobo. “Don’t tell Paco just yet.” He must have looked like a deer caught in the headlights. “I won’t.” “We’re expecting another child. I feel like this time, we’ll have a daughter,” Joven’s smile failed to reach his eyes. “He said, if we were to have a daughter, we’d name her Carmen. Beautiful, huh?” She waited for him to finish eating and proceeded to take his plate and wash the dishes. Suddenly feeling out of place, he followed her into the kitchen and leaned against the wall near the sink. “You know, Paco told me a lot about you. Said you had a way with words, and that he was impressed with how you’ve handled being in Señor Antonio’s camp. I know that man has a really short temper, but it doesn’t go the same way for his generosity.” Joven felt tears stinging his eyes. “He was like a father to me.” “We share the same sentiment. Although, to be completely honest with you, I can’t help but feel like Luna is his wife and I’m the snake in the garden,” She laughed. “I may be Paco’s wife but I’m lucky he lets me borrow my husband for a few days.” “I don’t understand.” “When you marry someone in service, you have to accept that no matter how much they love you, you will never be the main priority. I love him dearly, what else can I do but endure?” “But he loved,” Dammit. Please don’t notice my slip-up just yet. “loves you very much. There isn’t a day that goes by without him telling us tidbits about you; how wonderful of a wife you are to him, how great of a mother you are to your children.” “That he does, Jose’s told me. He may not go home to me every night, but he’s never made me feel like I was second fiddle to his work. Sometimes, when he gets home to us, he’s too tired for me. I used to mind, but he’s never faltered with being a father to Juan, and that makes up for it,” She wiped her hands in her saya and touched his damaged ear. “I also heard about your attempt to man a gun when the camp was raided. How’s your ear? Did you lose your hearing?” “No. Well, not really. I probably still have half my hearing on that ear.” “Your hand?” She gestured at the angry wound on his hand. “I can use it now.” “Paco told me it’s the hand you write with. I’m glad it’s alright,” She asked him to sit with her on the dinner table. “Look, I want to thank you, Joven. I know times have been very tough and challenging nowadays, especially because you’re in Luna’s camp. Paco wrote to me about how you have, even if just by a little, helped lighten up the mood among their men.” “I haven’t done such a thing.” He has a bewildered look on his face–he didn’t expect to be patronized for his cowardice. “No, but you have. Somebody young, like you, whose curiosity and thirst for justice and freedom shines through, has given them hope that this war is worth it. That putting their lives on the line so the youth will have a better place to live in, is worth it,” But they’re dead now. “You may not realize it, but you’ve helped ignite a fire so strong it can burn through all the cities amd provinces in our country, taking the Spaniards and Americans with it,” “I know you loved him, too,” He held his breath. “Thank you for taking care of him in my stead.” It’s now or never, he thinks. “Look, Juliana,” “I know, I’ve gotten too talkative, too nosy, perhaps. But you know what, Joven, the moment I figured out who you were, I knew you’re here on an errand of some sorts, so I won’t be keeping you any longer. What has Paco sent for me now?”

“You speak in poetics, too?” “If you spend a lot of time with the General, his habits grow on you.” Paco smiled at him as they rode the carriage to Cabanatuan. After a couple of meters, the convoy made a pit stop. Paco and Joven hopped off their carriage to stretch and take a breather. “Why again is Señor Aguinaldo asking for the General to come to Cabanatuan?” Joven pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his nose. “I don’t know, really. Look, between me and you, everything about this summon doesn’t sit well with me. I’ve voiced out my skepticism, but the General insists we go. He believes that this is an important matter, that it could mean life and death.” “And we’re supposed to go blindly as the president says?” “As we’re told,” Rusca called out to the two. They were going to continue their travel. “Joven, I need you to do me a favor.” “I am in your debt, I’ll do anything you ask me to do.” Paco shoved a letter into his vest. “Ask Jose for my address and make sure this letter gets to my wife. I don’t know how much time I have left, or if I’ll even get back to her alive,” “Don’t say that!” Paco shoved his palm on his mouth to shut him up. “I’m being realistic,” He snatched his hand away. “Please. Tell her I’m sorry I broke my promise.” When the convoy continued it’s trail and into a shallow stream, one of the wagons broke. In his haste to reach the president, Luna had his two most trusted men, Paco and Rusca, ride with him ahead of his other men. Joven was left in the care of the Bernal brothers. Paco gave him one remorseful look before he rode off. He pocketed the letter in his pants, vowing silently to go through with the plan as he wiped away a stray tear.

“He asked me to give you this letter.” He handed her the frayed piece of parchment. “Another one of his love notes?” She said as she took a glass from one of the cupboards. “I haven’t read it.” Lies. “Light of my life, by the time this letter has reached you, I am most probably,” The glass shattered from the drop. Joven hurried to her side to pull her away from the shards. He held her close as she dropped to her knees, crying while reading his letter. She let out guttural noises as she sobbed, her body erupting in violent tremors as she struggled to catch her breath. He let tears fall freely as he tried to stop her from crying. Juan slept through the whole ordeal. They sat on the floor for what seemed like an hour before her sobs turned down to irregular sniffles. She wiped stray tears away before squirming out of his hold. He followed her with his eyes as she picked up the pieces of broken glass. “Well? Are you going to stay on the floor the whole day?” He gaped. “Close your mouth, you’re letting flies in.” “That’s it? Your husband’s dead and you’re acting like it doesn’t bother you anymore? It’s like you don’t love him at all!” She grabbed a knife and pointed it towards him. “How dare you imply that I don’t love him! You don’t know who I am and the lengths I have gone through to be with him, so don’t you dare tell me that.” “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it that way.” He said as he backed away from her reach. “What do you want me to do, Joven? Mope around? I am fully capable of mourning him without being dysfunctional,” She lowered the knife and relaxed her stance. “My children, they need a mother even more now that Paco’s gone.” “You don’t have to do this alone.” “How else am I going to do this?” He uttered words he never thought he would find the courage to say. “I’ll do it with you. I’ll be the best godfather your children will ever have.”

Day 1 // Pamaskong Handog ni Lumpia masterpost.

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Heneral Luna Secret Santa 2015

canon-era gresca art for @anak-ng-heneral maligayang pasko, kapitana!

based on The Bird Nester by Antoine Watteau [x]

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The moon shone above them, a beacon in the darkness. The camp was quiet and for a moment, Jose could appreciate it. Worries? He had plenty. The ongoing war effort - and the young man the general had entrusted to him and Kuya Manuel. No more Americans in sight but plenty, plenty of things to ponder over while the long night came on. A medic had gone to patch the invalids, and Jose wanted nothing more than to see the young journalist safe and sound.

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HAPPY HOLIDAYS TO @cindy-fucking-rella!!! Ikaw ang luging masuwerteng monits na-assign sa akin! Sana’y maging masaya ka sa naginawa ko para sa iyo!!!!! I’m your Secret Santa. :)

ao3 edition here!

(fic masterpost here!) | (dad!Luna is my aesthetic AU)

warnings for MALANDI KA POLE MALANDIIIIIII, kileg moments, strange use of strange metaphors, children-enabled ligaw, i don’t actually celebrate (religious) xmas so there may be errors????? sorry po, on the other hand i love xmas in general so yEAHHHH MEHNNN OK TAKBO SA ELIBARRA TAG

Matagal nang mag-isa kung magdiwang ng Pasko si Atty. Apolinario Mabini mula noong namatay ang kaniyang ina. Ngayong Pasko, akala niya na pareho lang tulad sa mga nakaraang mga Pasko ang mangyayari, ngunit—

“Attorney, gusto mo bang dito na lang mag-Noche Buena?” Tanong sa kaniya ni Mayor Aguinaldo, at doon napatigil siya sa gitna ng pagbabasa ng papeles upang tignan ang kaniyang pinakahuling kliyente.

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