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It was going to be a temporary trip. Sure Mal’damba would be gone for a week, but Fernando acted like he was going leave for a whole year. Fernando had held him tightly, feeling Mal’damba’s hand stroke his back.

“Be careful okay?” Fernando said upon departing. Mal’damba smiled and rolled his eyes.

“I’ll be fine,” Mal’damba reassured. Fernando leaned down and kissed Mal’damba. They kept their lips together, stopping only to breathe before kissing each other again. Neither of them wanted to let go, but Mal’damba ripped himself away. He planted a kiss on Fernando’s cheek before whispering a goodbye into his ear and left the house.

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Guess who got ahold of angst music. This Mod~ Anyway enjoy some angst.

For reference too since I kinda added some of my headcanons in here ^^;

Naja is Mal and Fern’s daughter, Jackal is Naja’s husband and Inco is their child.

A knock on the door made Mal’damba lower his book. Confused, he folded a page to serve as a bookmark and placed it on the coffee table. He walked over to the door and opened it. Happiness filled his chest when seeing his daughter, Naja. She smiled, showing off her age from the wrinkles she wore along with her gray hair. She hugged Mal’damba, in which he hugged back rather tightly. He let her in and closed the door.

“I didn’t expect you to visit,” Mal’damba said.

“I was in town so I thought I might swing by,” Naja replied.

“What are you here for?” Mal’damba asks. “By the way do you want something to drink?”

“Do you have tea?” Naja questions. Mal’damba nods and proceeds to head into the kitchen. Naja followed behind him and continued. “And just to see you. I miss my father.”

Mal’damba smiled then frowned a bit when a thought struck his mind. “Is it because of-?”

“That’s one reason,” Naja immediately interrupted him, as if she was reading his mind. Mal’damba placed the pot on the stove and waited, crossing his arms.

“How’s Jackel and Inco?” Mal’damba asked her.

“They’re doing good. Jack told me to say hello to the both of you,” Naja said.

“Well tell him I said hello back,” Mal’damba replied. They tossed topics about personal life until the tea was done. Mal’damba prepared it and took it to the living room. Naja sat in front of him on a chair while Mal’damba sat on the couch. Naja scanned the room.

“Where’s Dad?” She asked.

“In the bedroom,” Mal’damba told her. “Do you want to get him?”

She sprung to her feet and left down the hall. She came back only moments later.

In her hands was a white vase. In the front of it was a shape of multiple roses with golden lining. She carefully placed it on the coffee table and sat down again. They sat in silence, drinking their tea. Mal’damba kept his gaze to the liquid in his hands. Naja’s voice then struck grief into his chest.

“Do you miss him?”

Mal’damba didn’t answer immediately. He took a second to make sure his voice didn’t crack. “Yes. A lot.”

“I remember the stories he would tell me when I was young. We would be up so late,” she said. Mal’damba laughed.

“I wanted to scold the both of you, but I couldn’t. His stories were too amusing to stop,” He added.

“My favorite story had to be was...—Oh how did it go? It was the first meeting story. Dad made it this huge story of how you were a grumpy man and were attacked by a bunch of bandit dragons,” Mal’damba now roared with laughter upon remembering. “And he saved you and you fell in love with him. And what was the actual story? You apparently kicked his ass at some point?”

“We ran into each other on accident. He was my enemy and I was close to killing him, but something stopped me to do so. He was a flirt and I was annoyed by his presence, but then I then realized how I felt for him,” Mal’damba explained. He finished the tea and added on. “As odd it sounds, I am lucky to have nearly killed your father that day. If not, I wouldn’t have had the most endearing husband and beautiful daughter.”

“Oh hush,” Naja says playfully.

“He would’ve said the same,” Mal’damba said. He sighed, looking at the vase. His smile faded. It didn’t turn into a frown, but something mutual.

“Fernando loved us so much,” Mal’damba told Naja in a sorrow-like tone. “He would tell me how much he loved me. When we were young, he would hold me close in the night and tell me how much I meant to him.

“Oh, but when you came into our life. He was ecstatic about it. The moment you were in his arms, he would not let go. You were so tiny compared to him. Do you know how much he was worried before you were born? I remember he couldn’t sleep one night of how scared he was to become a father. He was the one to even approach me upon having a family. When we got the call about your birth we waited in the waiting room. I was terrified myself, but your poor father. He was holding my hand so tightly that it was too numb to feel any pain. But when he saw you, I saw that fear melt away from his face. He looked at you the same way he did with me. That want of having a family was right there in his arms. He wanted to protect the both of us. We were everything to him.

“He fought so much. When he was on his deathbed, he told me how he would be up in no time. He really believed he would win a fight with death. He refused to leave me and you. And just before he died, he told me everything of how he felt. About moving on and meeting me and you. He was so scared, but then told me of how happy he was to have met us.”

He didn’t realize he was crying at this point. Naja got up and sat next to him, rubbing his back and holding one of his hands. Mal’damba wiped his tears and took a few minutes to calm down. He then took off a necklace under his shirt and placed it in Naja’s palm. It was a simple necklace with an orange crystal at the end of it.

“I should’ve given it to you long ago, but I feared of losing Fernando’s touch, but you deserve this much more than I do. I want his protection to be with you,” Mal’damba said. Naja took it and held it close to her chest. She cuddles close to Mal’damba as they both embraced each other, looking at the vase before them.

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Sorry for being absent! But if you guys have any fanfiction requests fill free to send them in!

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Yall got any angst ideas you want to share or just not want to keep bottled up anymore? Hmu in the inbox 👀

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AU where Fernando is an artist who has his small little store. Mal’damba comes in one day and buys a painting, then comes in again just to see what he’s making. Fernando drops his current art project just to draw Mal’damba because hoo nelly.

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Fernando has a bad habit of grabbing Mal’damba’s hand because he just loves the feeling of Mal’damba’s hands in his own. He will do it in public without realizing it and Mal’damba has to remind him a couple of times because he isn’t the type to show their relationship out in public. There may be times Mal’damba will give in, but it’s adorable how much Fernando adores him.

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i feel like wekono's suspicious of fernando at first bc like, he's definitely a flirt & a player, she's the mother of revenge and sorrow she KNOWS how many people have wanted revenge on him for breaking their hearts. but when she sees how soft he is with her son she's like... you can stay... for now. but youre on thin fucking ice

Ah yes, the mother instinct(tm). I feel as if even a sliver of bad goes wrong between Mal’damba and Fernando, she gives him some warnings that will question his own sanity sometimes. But don’t forget the shovel talks.

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Hey y’all shoot me with some headcanons on Wekono’s preferences with Fernando.

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Though Fernando may have seen it many times before, he loves the sight of Mal'damba's face. He finds it gorgeous in his eyes and loves to caress it when he can. He loves Mal'damba with his heart and will show it through kisses.

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Hey all u shippers guess who made a discord serverrrr. I will make a more appropriate discord call so till then fill free to hop on in

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Tears in his eyes, Fernando kept his hands on the blade, not removing it from Mal’damba’s chest. He could see blood spill from the chosen’s smiling mouth along with tears. 

“It’s okay.. I forgive you..”

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Imagine Mal'damba coming back from a voyage to see Fernando dead by a gang.

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Who is the cuddler in bed?

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They both have been cuddling close that night after the near death experience. Mal'damba refused to leave Fernando's side, who had blood-stained bandages all over his chest and was snoring rather lightly. Fernando's arms were wrapped around Mal'damba, keeping him close as possible. Mal'damba traced Fernando's undamaged collar bone, his hand still shaking from the incident. He was and still is guilty for throwing Fernando into danger like that, only watching his life drain ever so slowly in front of Mal'damba. He felt something bottle at his throat as tears begin to spill from his eyes. He pushed his face into his bare chest and began to softly cry. Never did he wish to lose Fernando again, the man who he was the closest to. The snoring ceased, then the sound of moving cloth.

"Mal'damba?"

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Mal'damba cuddled close to the knight, absorbing his body heat rather greedily as the cold weather still lurked. Ever so often the knight would press a kiss onto the top of Mal'damba's head, but Mal'damba.. wanted something else. He raised his head so he could see Fernando clearly through his mask, Fernando tilting his head, awaiting for what Mal'damba needed.

“Fernando?” Mal'damba began. “May I uh.. Can I..”

The word escaped him. Damn, how could he lose that word so easily? He knew what it was in his language but in the common language?

“Is everything alright, amor?” Fernando asked.

“Yeah, it seems I can't find the word in this language,” Mal'damba said.

“What word?”

“It's when you do it to someone you love,” Mal'damba said.

“Hugging?”

“No. You did it to me just now on the head,” Mal'damba explained. Fernando stared at him, trying to process what he said. It was then his eyes widened and face began to glow.

“..Oh.. You mean.. kissing?” Fernando questioned.

“Yes! That's the word!” Mal'damba exclaimed. He then cleared his throat. “M-May I kiss you?”

Fernando nodded, his eyes hard on Mal'damba. The chosen lifted up his mask slightly and pressed his lips against Fernando's. Mal'damba could feel Fernando shudder, then relax. Fernando’s lips were warm. Mal'damba could feel how gentle Fernando was with the kiss, his lips barely moving at all, letting Mal'damba do what he needed to. They parted, Mal'damba pulling his mask down to see Fernando touching his lips, his face completely red. Mal'damba too felt his face grow hot.

“...Could we do that again?”