I am: BACK. Not to make Maliksi cry just yet (next submission ko na 'to humanda ka sa 'kin itlog ka) but in relation to my last sent question, here's a fic of anon x Makisisig ♡ (intended)
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As much as you adored Maliksi and his love for his brother, it made you upset sometimes that Makisig would drop plans last minute when his little brother calls for him. You say it's fine, really. You understood and loved their connection. If anything, you even encourage Makisig to tend to his little brother's whims and caprices.
But it's becoming way too frequent now and gods, the little rascal was definitely doing it on purpose at this point— you're well-aware of his disdain for the likes of you, human, and he'd be very much happy to have one less obstacle, because one less of you means more time for him from his brother, and you just wish Makisig sees it himself too.
You sat alone in your dimly lit room with a heavy heart, the disappointment echoing in your heart as you replayed all the broken promises and plans. You were upset— who wouldn't be?
It was 12 am. He may or may not have forgotten about his promise of spending time together tonight, the already cold food on the table you've spent hours on making for him already forgotten— because Maliksi had tantrums that Makisig had to tend to.
Realizing his mistake, Makisig knew he had to make it up to you. He took a deep breath, walked into the room where you sat, meeting your gaze. With a gentle smile, he softly said, "I'm sorry, my binibini. I know I let you down."
Without waiting for a response, Makisig positioned himself in front of you, his voice trembling with sincerity. He gently strummed his guitar, the soothing melody captivating your attention. "Labis na naiinip, nayayamot sa bawat saglit..." Makisig's voice quivered with emotion as he began to sing, pouring his heart out.
"Hanggang kailan ako maghihintay na makasama kang muli sa buhay kong puno ng paghihirap?" and you swear, all your anger had melted. If it weren't for the fact that your eyes were slightly puffy from crying out of frustration earlier and a reminder of what he did, you probably would've forgotten why you were mad in the first place.
As the last note faded away, Makisig reached out and gently took your hand in his. Gods above, you were weak for him. You always were. "I'm truly sorry, my binibini," he whispered, his voice filled with genuine remorse. "I promise to make it up to you. Will you forgive me?"
Your eyes softened, and a smile slowly formed on your lips. In that moment, you feel like you fell a little harder— if that was still even possible.
True to his word, he did make up— in more ways than one.
