#MalFern

[toonsy-doodles]

😳💨!!

[schwertwaltheknight-blog]

-I’m so sorry...

-It’s not your fault, Fernando. You did your best.

MalFern week 2019: Day 1 (reupload)

Resistance wins. Fernando feels kinda like dead inside because of the defeat, and Mal tries to cheer him up.

I can’t complete the whole challenge, but I want to do at least 3 themes

Aaaand sorry for my english >.<

[speckeltail]

OH AUS chanceller malfern au

send me an au for 5+ headcanons about it 

ok remember how fernando brought mal flowers for hearts day?

he doesn’t stop after hearts day. he thinks it’s a nice gesture! he likes livening up mal’s office.

one day, he notices... a new chair. it’s a little nicer than the old one, not by much, but it’s more comfortable. mal is starting to care about his own comfort! it hits him like a sack of bricks to the chest.

so he brings him more flowers. and a snack.

next hearts day, mal beats him to the punch, with a small bundle of roses in the vase ahead of time.

and then they KISS

[charbax]

28 with the good boys (Malfern)

Valentine’s Day Prompts

28. Confession

"I loveyou." Mal'dambamuttere almost silently as they sat in Fernando's- no, their,living room, Mal'damba still looking down at his book while Fernando polished hislance after their earlier match. Mal'damba's face was bare, he wasclean from a shower, and actually feeling calm. Calm enough to bewhispering those damning words.

He won't lie - hefully expected Fernando to stare at him, mid-polish, then tackle himand kiss him silly, with a loud declaration of love in return. Itmight distract them from their activities for the rest of the night, but Mal’damba would be lying if he said he wasn’t expecting it.

Fernando did stopworking on his weapon, mouth open and eyes wide in surprise, butinstead of reacting as Mal'damba thought he would, a smile appearedslowly on Fernando's face, like a sunrise, then he leaned over toplant a kiss to Mal'damba's cheek.

"I love youtoo."

He returned tohis flamethrower, but the smile was still on his face. Mal'dambaopenly stared at him, hand over the spot where he was kissed,speechless.

Fernando justkept surprising him. He hoped to spend the rest life being surprised.

[queezlejones]

This was meant to be for day one of malfern week! I took ‘first meetings’ a bit more literally and redrew the first malfern comic I ever sketched. This was way back before we had any lore or anything; I mainly got the idea based on interactions I had duo queue’n with friends; most of them prefer mal as their support and fernando is my boy so it really just kind of started from there. I guess you could say its more in game than lore based, really. Anyway, the rest is under the cut due to length. Enjoy!

[twotonelove]

[arctic-foxy-blog]

HERES DAY 7 WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

[paladinsficsandpieces]

Call of the Mermaid (Malfern AU)

My attempt at writing a Mermaid AU for Mal’damba and Fernando! I hope you enjoy.

Soft feet crunch against sand, carrying Mal’damba to the tide of water. Mal’damba crouches into the sand, shutting his eyes as water slowly gathers around his legs.

Everything is quiet. The sound of rushing water gathering around Mal’damba and his quiet contemplation fill the atmosphere, leading to a peaceful getaway for Mal’damba from his personal life.

Though, when a voice comes from the ocean, Mal’damba can’t help but open his eyes to look for the source. He stands up and scopes the water until he sees the source.

On a rock, somewhat far from his location, is a merman singing an enchanting tune. His upper half seems to be a man of beauty, a muscled torso with each ab telling a story of its own. His lower half is a simple tail, beautiful blue pattern flowing gracefully into the water.

“Excuse me!” Mal’damba calls out to the merman. The singing stops as the merman looks directly at Mal’damba. A faint “ah” sound can be heard from the merman as he splashes into the water, tail flapping above the water while the merman approaches Mal’damba by the ocean shore.

When the merman pokes his head above the water,

now close to Mal’damba, Mal’damba is quick to speak.

“Your singing is… beautiful,” Mal’damba whispers, a small blush forming on his cheeks, “What is your name?”

The merman laughs, returning a smile to the shorebound boy. “The name is Fernando. Charmed.”

Mal’damba lived in a home quite close to the shore. His mother wouldn’t allow him into the water, but Mal’damba decides to take a risk and go in anyways. Lifting his pantlegs slightly, he takes a dip into the water, his lower half submerged as the rest of him stays above to talk to Fernando.

“What are you?” Mal’damba asks.

“I’m a merman, which you seem to be attracted to,” Fernando says with a wink.

The blush on Mal’s face only seems to grow.

“Of course, who wouldn’t be?” Fernando adds, flexing his muscles to Mal’damba.

Mal’damba shares a giggle with Fernando’s booming laugh, and the two lock eyes for a moment.

“Mal, honey! Where are you?” comes a voice from the hill overlooking the ocean shore.

In a panic, Mal’damba grabs onto Fernando’s hands. “When can I see you again?”

“When fate allows it,” Fernando says compassionately.

Before Fernando swims back into the water, he leans up to Mal’damba for a kiss. Mal’s heart races as he leans in for the kiss, only to be interrupted by Fernando’s finger.

“Until next time~” Fernando coos, speedily swimming away back to the rock he once sat upon.

“Mal!” calls the voice again.

Mal’damba feels empty when he opens his eyes to realize Fernando had left. Though, the merman’s reassuring words left him with a shimmer of hope.

“Coming, mama!” Mal’damba yells out as he turns around and leaves the shore.

Before he leaves the shore, he hears Fernando begin his enchanting tune again.

[malfern-wekonosknight-headcanons]

-Insert Sad Title Here-

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.

[toonsy-doodles]

MalfernWeek Day #4: Skins

When Enforcer Fernando is actually a cat. Anyway, have my ultimate skin ship that I love to DEATH.

[crysaiph]

Look a MalFern dump because I CAN MKAY

[speckeltail]

-crashes through your roof- Malfern w/ some form of modern au? 👀

Give me a character+ an AU and I will draw/write about it!

OKAY SSOOO

Mal’Damba loves his snakes but Fernando is a close second so when Fernando starts to like his snakes it’s GREAT. Fernando’s favorite is a rosy boa because it isn’t venomous and is really quite cute. Fernando is also WARM so one of Mal’Damba’s favorite scenes is Fernando reading a book/drinking coffee with a happy rosy boa curled around his shoulders and neck.

[charbax]

Day 7 - First Kiss

aaaand heres the last day! i had this sitting in my drafts for a while. i wanted to get day 6 done first so i can post them in order lol. This is actually a direct sequel to Day 1 , so pls imagine this happening immediately after that one.

the whole thing has now been crossposted on AO3! 

"You're not like most squires I've met." Mal’damba said, voice low and hushed.

"You're not like most people I've met." Was the reply he got, followed by a charming grin. The squire still managed to step on his toes though, and the smile turned into an apologetic grimace.

"O-oh! Sorry." The squire immediately stepped back. The pain receded as quickly as it came but Mal'damba was still held at an arm's length. "I haven't really gone that far in dancing lessons yet."

Mal’damba’s heart softened, just a little, without the years nor retrospection to harden it. "It's ok. I don't mind this." He shifted their hands until they were held in front him, bent at the elbow. It wasn't as extravagant as waltz position they were just in, but they could both see their feet at least.

"Still. I wish I could give you a proper dance." The squire said regretfully.

"You've given me so much already." That much was true - a chance meeting, companionship, a night of dancing. Things that were hard to come by already, much less in his future as Wekono's Chosen. Surely, Wekono would allow this.

But even if She did, the night would not. The moon was already low in the sky, and the stars were already fading. Sunrise would be here soon, and with it, uncomfortable knowledge that this would most likely be the first and last time they would meet. At least, without their weapons drawn out.

They slowed to a standstill, slightly swaying in the spot. The squire was still staring at his feet even though they weren't moving. "Let me give you a proper knight's farewell then."

Mal'damba's acolyte mask didn't cover the bottom part of his face. His smile was wide and free, much to the blushing of the squire when he glanced up. “Alright.”

Taking that invitation, the squire raised Mal’damba’s hand, brushing his lips against the knuckles. They were warm and chapped, lingering even after the squire let go. Although the action was chaste, Mal’damba felt heat rise to his cheeks.

“Until we meet again.” the squire said, smiling suavely. Or it might’ve, if the blush still wasn’t there. But it just made him all the more endearing, and Mal’damba’s chest ached. He doubted they would, but he didn’t say it aloud.

“You know, when you said ‘until we meet again’, this isn’t what I had in mind.” Mal’damba said, brought out of his musings as he rubbed the last of the antidote into the snakebite. Even with his back turned, the squire – no, the knight, Mal’damba corrected – simply stayed lax.

“I would’ve liked to have the romantic backdrop of the moonlight, but you are as deadly as I remember.”

Mal’damba paused. “You knew it was me?”

“Not at first – you are just as slippery as your patron spirit, as expected, but when you spoke, it came rushing back to me. Of that night.”

Mal’damba was glad he had his full mask, and not his acolyte one, for a terrible blush rose in his face. “I did not recognise you either.” The squire had a stubble now, and his hair was longer too (not that it was anything short before…). Not only that, but he grew, not only in height, but in sturdiness as well. It was understandable that Mal’damba responded with hostility on first sight. He should probably apologise for that. “I’m...sorry about attacking you.”

“It’s ok. I’m sorry for trespassing on your land.”

He was just as sweet as last time too. Mal’damba shook his head in exasperation, the last of the paste gone from his hands. The knight craned his over, then turned around. Because he had to remove his topmost clothing for Mal’damba to apply the antidote, his torso was bare, down to the waist. Mal’damba had to stop himself from glancing downwards.

Apparently, the knight had a sixth sense, because he winked. “Like what you see?”

Mal’damba couldn’t help but chuckle. “You really haven’t changed, haven’t you?”

“Probably not. But you have though. For instance, your mask. It’s beautiful, don’t get me wrong, but it covers so much more of your lovely face. I still remember it being so cute.”

Mal’damba reached up to tug at his collar.

“I would love to hear the story behind that mask.” His hand hovered over Mal’damba’s own, as if hesitating. Mal’damba then realised that he was waiting for permission to touch him. Ah. The more things changed, the more they stayed the same. Mal’damba lifted his hand, the back of it brushing underneath the knight’s fingers.

Now that he had Mal’damba’s blessing, the knight curled his fingers underneath Mal’damba’s palm, lifting it brush his lips against the knuckles, in an almost perfect imitation of that kiss so many years ago. “And I would love to hear more about you this time. That is, if you let me.”

Mal’damba’s rationale was telling him no, he shouldn’t be indulging in such trite, especially now that he was a chosen and not an acolyte, but a smaller voice still remembered the way they bantered and danced during the night, all because the squire heard about how lonely he was, guarding Serpent Beach by himself.

“But I almost killed you.” Mal’damba pointed out. With a poisonous snake, he added in his mind.

“Yes. And that was very impressive.” The knight replied.

Of course he would find that more admirable than fear-inducing.

“...I don’t even know your name. Even after all this time.”

“Fernando.” Just like that, the knight gave his name freely and easily. Mal’damba repeated it in his mind, testing it in his mind’s eye. The squire, the knight, Fernando.

He gave his own in return. “We have a lot to catch up on.”

“Well. We have all the time in the world now.” Fernando said with a squeeze of his hand.

[queezleposts]

It’s Time For Another Malfern Dump

Howdy Y’all enjoy some more sketches that I never know if I will finish in the future.

[twotonelove]

pirate au?? really i just wanted an excuse to draw fernando in a handsome uniform

[arctic-foxy-blog]

malfern week/day 1: how they met

hiii i cant draw anything for malfern week but i got on just for this week so ill probably write a story. my writing skills dont exist so apologies if you hate it. its under the cut if interested. @toonsies

     the magistrate set off in the forest, ash leading while fernando, lian, khan and lex followed. they were in search for anyone from the resistance since they ran off into the woods.

     they searched deep into the woods, deciding to split up during a path. fernando, ash and lex took the left path as lian and khan took the other. several hours past and they were ready to turn around, expect for ash. even if it grew dark.

     fernando complained about it, a lot. ash just ignored him and told him if he didnt shut his mouth she would shove her entire gun up where the sun doesnt shine. after that fernando went quiet, and soon trailed off alone and leaving lex and ash to continue down their path.

     “it was just a ska drin, why on earth are we chasing this kid?” fernando mumbled to himself, as the night grew darker. he had a torch he would use to navigate the forest and head back to base. a ska drin wasnt worth this. fernando was completely lost at this point, since lian and ash were the ones with maps. he ended up resting by a large hollow tree to wait for sunrise.

     fernando woke up the next day, it was bright so we was able to see his surroundings. nothing looked familiar too him, so he sighed and headed in the direction he thought he came. after a couple hours, he reached a village. 

     he looked around, unfamiliar with the place as he asked several people which way was another village. they were unsure. fernando looked around, there was a small farmers market. his stomach growled, so he decided to buy a few things before he set off in a direction.

     fernando glanced over, looking at a variety of fruits, vegetables and... a snake? fernando jumped, having almost grabbed the cobra. a man next to him, laughed to himself. his voice was hoarse almost. “do you think thats funny?” fernando looked over, almost taken a step back when he noticed the figures mask. the man just let his arm out towards the snake, fernando thought the snake would bite him but instead it curled on his arm and rested its head on his shoulder.

     “oh, the cobra belongs to you?” fernando questioned the masked man. the man nodded, grabbing his purchase before heading away. fernando paused for a moment, before he put his stuff down and ran after the man. “wait i never got your name, names fernando.” he said with his hand out. “mal’damba.” the man spoke, not shaking his hand for a moment until he forced himself to.

    “did you need something?” mal’damba asked, crossing his arms. fernando told him he just wanted to talk, but mal’damba had little to no interest in social conservation. fernando tried to make conservation with mal’damba, but he just wasn’t interested as he kept walking. while walking, fernando noticed the same ska drin a couple isles across the market. even though that was who he was looking for, he ignored him, and continued trying to talk with the snakeman.

     a few minutes past of fernando just talking about himself, the snake decided she had enough and hissed at him. fernando was caught off-guard, tripped over his own feet and fell straight on his behind. the young ska drin noticed him, and darted away. fernando got up, but by the time he got up and brushed himself off the man was gone.

     after walking for miles, he found lex looking for him. lex told fernando that the rest weren’t too happy about him splitting up in the middle of the night, but fernando shrugged it off.

but yeah i always imagined they’d meet in a farmers market?? i mean maldamba probably gets herbs and is vegetarian so idk?? i have headcannons too you know