#mal volari x mc

[storyofmychoices]

From "I don't have time for some kit (derogatory)" to "You're always worth waiting for, (my) kit (affectionate) "

#mal volari #mal volari x mc #choices book club #playchoices #choices #choices game #blades of light and shadow #bolas #bolas 2 #blades 2 #dani plays blades2 #screenshots

[erixadraws]

I needed to draw these cuties before the year ends 🥹

#why couldn’t we get a cute ending scene with him #it’s okay though I’ll still have my drawings and headcanons about them #blades of light and shadow #play choices #mal volari x mc #bolas mc #mal volari #digital art #choices fanart #art #blades fanart #Raya Parnassus #I’ll miss them #erixadraws

[dutifullynuttywitch]

Mal pulls her closer, the warmth of his smile reflected in the warmth of his body. Autumn breathes in deep, momentarily blocking out everything but him. His eyes staring into hers, his arms wrapped around her, his breath on her cheek.

"I'm not letting anyone hurt you ever again."

My eternal thanks to @hydn-jpg for this stunning art of Autumn and Mal having a tender moment right under the Ash Empress' nose. ❤️ I love everything about this!! The adoring gazes, the details on the dress and armour, the way Mal holds her so tenderly.. and Autumn is beautiful!! 🥰

@choicesficwriterscreations

#blades of light and shadow #playchoices #mal volari #blades of light and shadow 2 #mal volari x mc #art commisions #choices fanart #mal volari x autumn nightbloom

[zigtheeortega]

they're flipping tyril off <3

i wiped my computer recently and found this in the depths of my commissions folder when backing everything up – i can't believe i forgot about this gorgeous piece! thank you so much to @plejaades for capturing my vision! i miss zilyana and mal a lot and i have not played blades 2... but happy book finale day to all who celebrate !!! :)

#playchoices #blades of light and shadow #mal volari #mal volari x mc #choices fanart #my commissions #i cannot remember what tags i use for the life of me #i'm so sorry about posting this literally like two years late KMDKMDKF #i def planned to post this a long time ago but since i've been so mia i guess it completely slipped my mind #i also miss writing them SO MUCH you don't even know .. some of my fav fics of all time have been them

[gaiuskamilah]

springs eternal

mal x lakan (he/they)

#playchoices #blades of light and shadow #mal volari #mal volari x mc #mal x mc #mal x lakan #my art #lakan nagoni #cfwc lgbtqia #i had another mal art but got annoyed at it so i started over w this LMAO

[rosepetals1]

AND I OOP-

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[weetlebeetle]

Commissions I did for @storyofmychoices recently <33

#art #commission #commission work #mal volari #blades of light and shadow #play choices #mal valori #mal volari x mc #fanart #choices fanart

[mynotsohealthyobsession]

Waiting until friday for Mal's return be like:

#choices stories you play #playchoices #choices blades #blades of light and shadow #mal volari x mc #mal volari

[thosehallowedhalls]

Birthday

Book: Blades of Light and Shadow

Pairing: Mal Volari x Autumn Nightbloom (F!Elf!MC)

Rating: Teen

Word count: 698

Summary: Mal doesn't want any fuss for his birthday. Autumn begs to differ.

A/N: For @dutifullynuttywitch. Happy birthday, my friend! May it be full of joy, love, and Mal x Autumn goodness.

Submission for @choicesmonthlychallenge (prompt: flowers). @choicesficwriterscreations

Autumn carefully adds the finishing touches to the cake, making sure to spread the frosting evenly. She’s no Wren and Vivi, that's for sure, but she’s proud of how it turned out. At the very least, she made sure to use sugar this time.

But she needs to hurry. She takes off her apron and combs her fingers through her hair, trying to make herself presentable. Mal will be here any minute now – Tyril can only bait him into an argument for so long before he gets suspicious.

He didn’t even tell her it was his birthday, she thinks with a heavy heart. She only knows because Wren pulled her aside last night and told her.

“He won’t say anything,” she whispered. “He claims it’s because he doesn’t want to make a fuss, but in truth it’s because he doesn’t think anyone will care. After our mother died, I was the only one who ever did.”

Autumn’s heart aches at the visual of little Mal, alone and unwanted, with only his sister to remember his birthday. But no more. Between their friends and the children, her Mal will never again have cause to question whether he’s worth celebrating.

She arranges vases of wildflowers, straightens the garlands of daisies and sunflowers, and makes sure that there’s enough ale, elven wine, and fresh fruit juice. Then she waits. It doesn’t take long before she hears the stomping of feet. For all that he’s a master of stealth, Mal moves like a drunk hippo when he’s relaxed at home.

He blinks when he sees her standing by the cake. “Wh-what is this?”

“Surprise!” On cue, their friends and the kids jump out of their respective hiding places. Even Imtura puts in a decent amount of enthusiasm, although Autumn takes note of the twitch of her eye.

“Happy birthday, Mal.” Autumn approaches him and lays a tender kiss on his lips. “Ready to celebrate?”

“But…” He looks around. “How did you…”

“Wren.”

He cuts his sister a look. “Must you be so meddlesome?”

“What are little sisters for?”

“For torturing their devastatingly handsome brothers, apparently.”

“Eh.” Wren makes a so-so gesture. “Moderately handsome at best.”

He turns to Autumn. “Kit?”

“Much as I hate to feed his ego further, Wren, I have to agree with Mal.”

“He is handsome, love,” Vivi says apologetically.

Wren gasps. “Betrayal!”

“Truce, please?” Autumn requests.

Both Mal and Wren let out identical gasps of dismay. “But where’s the fun in that?”

“I give up,” she decides. “Fight if you must. I’ll go make sure our guests are having a good time.”

Before she leaves, Mal snags her hand. “Thank you, kit,” he says simply, but the naked emotion in his eyes tells her how much this means to him.

That look is still there when he finds her later, a glass of ale in his hand and a goofy, more than slightly inebriated grin on his face. “You didn’t have to do this, y’know.”

Although she knows full well what he’s talking about, she plays dumb.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Autumn, I didn’t become a reaper on brute force alone. Give me some credit. I know this is your doing.”

“And if it is?”

“I know how busy we’ve all been after merging the two realms.” Leaving the glass on the table, he puts his hands in his pockets. “You didn’t have to go to so much trouble.”

Autumn lays her hands on his cheeks. “Yes, I did. That’s what you do when you love someone. You take every excuse you can think of to celebrate them.” She presses a lingering kiss to his lips. “And I’m so very, very glad you’re here to celebrate in the first place.”

He clears his throat, uncomfortable with the charged emotion of the moment. “Well, clearly. I’m the shining star of your world.”

She doesn’t grin back. “Yes. You are.”

“Autumn…” His eyes glinting, he cups her cheek. “Gods above and beyond, I don’t know what I ever did to deserve you.”

“We can get into the many reasons later. For now, we have a party to enjoy. And for the record? It’s the first of many.”

#mal x autumn #mal volari x mc #blades of light and shadow

[kinda-iconic]

Bless him 😭❤️

#choices: stories you play #playchoices #choices blades #blades of light and shadow #mal volari #mal volari x mc

[a-cloud-for-dreams]

What are your thoughts on Mal's route in Blades 2?

OOOH this is such an interesting question! Tbh I'll probably have a different answer by the end of the book but in short, I think that the idea was interesting but the execution was flawed. I feel like that could be said about most of the love interests but it's very prominent with Mal.

First, taking this route with Mal isn't out of the question. I always saw it like this: the other LIs have one barrier (getting them to open up to us). However, Mal had the additional barrier of having a ~facade~ hiding his vulnerability. It's one of the reasons the finale of his route in B1 was so satisfying. Simply put, it would be harder to reach his true self because it becomes a two-step process rather than a one-step process. I'm not trying to reduce people's complicated natures to numerical values, it's just a metric I'm using to explain my thought process.

I bring this up because MC's disappearance reinforces Mal's belief that prevents him from getting too close to anyone. That wall that he's built around his heart that has slowly fallen? It's back up now and even stronger. If MC of all people, the Savior of Morella, left him, who's to say they won't leave again even if they've returned? Case in point, I'm not super upset if they did this for the sake of the plot, but they didn't give this part of the story enough weight, which makes it harder to take seriously. This leads to my biggest problem with Blades II so far: its pacing issue.

Personally, they didn't balance the ratio of plot to emotional development as well as in the first book, which had a clear goal in each chapter that drove the plot forward and gradually expanded on the relationships between characters without the paywall. From a reader standpoint, it feels like they had too much and not enough story for a second book, if that makes sense. This makes B2 feel almost stagnant. In fact, it feels like there is a ratio of filler episodes with a plot-heavy episode every few chapters which is kind of frustrating?? I do want to emphasize that I am grateful for Blades coming back and I don't wanna seem like someone who is complaining for no reason a new book is better than nothing in this case but I wanted to bring it up because it's clearly affecting the LI routes. They weren't given enough time to emotionally process what happened, nor did they address how that negatively impacted them, they just ignore it.

Basically what I'm saying is it would have been different if Mal was apathetic and it was addressed in the story in a way that doesn't feel like a casual side effect. Personally, if I was him, I would be too worried to have MC out of my sight lol.

Idk if that was phrased well but yea <3 I'll make a post about my final thoughts on Blades II so consider this post a preview to that.

#feel free to add your own thoughts anon! #asks #mir's musings 💬 #playchoices #blades of light and shadow II #mal volari #mal volari x mc #choices book club

[storyofmychoices]

I wish I could believe that babe, but evidence tells me it's not 😭

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[malthemagnifisent]

Plot: Cyrus has returned from the shadow realm to find he has been gone for a year, and the one person he wants to see is Mal.

Notes: It’s kinda short, but oh well, I still like it, and I hope you enjoy. I haven’t written any choices fics in ages.

Cyrus was sitting in bed—the bed of the room he had slept in only a few short weeks ago. At least for him, it had only been a few weeks, but not for his friends, Kade, or Mal.

When Kade had told him it had been a year, Cyrus hadn’t known what to say, and he hated to admit it, but he had snapped and yelled at his brother even though he already knew that time between the realms did not move at the same speed.

He had been struck with the sudden weight of time and a horror at the fact he had missed out on so much, and for him, it had been in the blink of an eye. For him, it had been a few days at most; he really wasn’t sure. He had woken up alone and in pain; he had simply assumed the extent of his time on the shadow realm, but with a year passing at home, he was left to wonder if perhaps he had been out longer than he thought.

His hands clenched on the bedsheets below him, and a shaky sigh fell from his parted lips. He didn’t exactly feel at ease right now; he’d just escaped imprisonment and the threat of death. It was hard to calm down after that, especially when he had yet to see his friends.

Kade had assured him that they would arrive to see him soon; both Nia and Mal were close and only needed to be informed of his return. Tyril and Imtura were easy to contact, but they had not stayed in the white tower, so he wouldn’t see either of them for at least a day or two.

The wait was agonizing.

Kade stayed with him as long as possible, but it seemed his brother was no longer just a boy from some small town with nothing better to do than hang out with his brother; no, he was an important figure in the White Tower, and Cyrus hadn’t wanted to keep him from his duties.

Besides, Nia or Mal would arrive soon, and then everything would be better again.

He fell back against the bed with a groan and a wince, his whole body aching from the rough treatment in the shadow realm. He wanted nothing more than to fall asleep in the arms of one of his friends, or Mal’s. He would like to have Mal with him.

As if his thoughts were read, he heard the door open, and at first he sighed, thinking it was Kade coming to fuss over him instead of working like Cyrus had planned for him to do, but when he turned toward the door, he froze in shock at what he saw.

It was Mal, but not Mal like Cyrus remembered him, not the Mal that Cyrus had left behind only a few days before; he looked older, worn down, and his hair was short. It had been cut down to a neat length, trimmed, and kept perfectly even, so different from his prior appearance that Cyrus wasn’t sure what to say.

"You cut your hair," he finally blurted out, as if this wasn’t the first time Mal had seen him in a year.

He would have liked to be more eloquent, to wax poetry, and to apologize for leaving him for a whole year, but he couldn’t think of anything that sounded good enough.

"I can grow it back," Mal said, and that was one thing that hadn’t changed in a year: his voice was still the same, still helplessly soft, a tone that Cyrus had come to realize the man had only ever used on him.

Cyrus had shakily stood from the bed and taken a step toward Mal, who seemed frozen in the doorway, staring at Cyrus like he doubted his existence, which wasn’t surprising. "It’s really been a year?" He whispered, taking another small step forward, holding himself back from launching himself into Mal’s arms because he thought the man might collapse if he did that.

He was only a few feet away now, close enough to reach out and touch if he wanted, and God did he want to, but some traitorous part of him was worried that Mal might be angry at him, that he’d be upset at Cyrus for being gone so long. It was a ridiculous, horrible thought, but he had it anyway.

"One year, two months, and four days," Mal said, his voice cracking in a way that Cyrus hadn’t heard before, and it was that that finally broke him from his thoughts and got him to reach out.

He threw himself into Mal’s arms, which closed around him immediately, holding him so tightly that the breath was squeezed from his lungs, but he didn’t dare protest; he couldn't; he didn’t want to be released; he wanted to stay like this until the sun went down, until the world stopped spinning.

"I’m sorry, Mal, I’m so sorry," he whispered, his hand sliding up to tangle into Mal’s hair. There was less to grab now, but he still managed it, gently tugging on the short strands. He’d done the same thing before, when they had held each other, but this felt so different; it was desperate and needy; it was the built-up emotions of a year apart.

Mal swore softly and began to walk them back into the bedroom, using the hem of his foot to kick the door closed as they went, his hands never leaving Cyrus, just running up and down his body as if searching for injury.

"Don’t fucking say that; don’t apologize, you idiot." Mal cursed again, but the hoarse sound of his voice was enough to make Cyrus’ eyes well with tears. He couldn’t imagine what Mal must have felt over the long year apart; had he looked for Cyrus? Had he given up hope and resigned himself to never seeing him again? Had he accepted Cyrus as dead and moved on? It was unimaginable.

The back of Cyrus’ knees came into contact with the bed, and in a moment they were falling back onto the soft mattress. Mal was on top of him, still holding him tightly, as if Cyrus would disappear if he dared loosen his grip.

"You’re alive," Mal whispered, the words pressing into Cyrus’ skin, warming him like the heat of the sun.

Finally, Mal lifted his head, his dark eyes meeting Cyrus’ own as he reached out to cup Cyrus’ cheek in his hand, which was still rough and worn down from work, calluses marring the tanned skin the same way they always had.

Slowly, Mal’s thumb brushed beneath his eyes, smoothing over a pale bruise that colored a small section of Cyrus’ cheekbone. "You came back to me."

Cyrus let out a shaky laugh and nodded his head, reaching up to place his hand over Mal’s, shifting the man’s hold so he could press a kiss to his lover's fingertips. It was a gentle touch because he thought that was all he could manage at the moment, but Mal still drew in a sharp breath, as if Cyrus had blessed him with something holy, as if he had granted him salvation.

It was the kind of sound that made Cyrus’ world shift.

"You would have come back to me," he whispered, and there was not a shred of doubt in his tone. He was sure that if Mal had been the one taken, he would have found a way back to Cyrus.

Mal’s jaw clenched, and he briefly screwed his eyes shut, clearly fighting off tears. Even after all this time, he was still reluctant to cry, and Cyrus wondered how much his supposed death had furthered that fear of emotion.

"I would’ve crawled my way back to you, Cyrus; no goddamn shadow would stop me," he said, his brown eyes flying open. There were shining tears clinging to his lashes, and when he blinked, they finally fell, streaking down his cheeks and catching in the scruff of his beard.

It was a beautiful sight. Maybe it shouldn’t have been, but Cyrus couldn’t look away; he just gently wiped away a tear drop, his lips parted in a soft gasp, and his own eyes blurred with tears.

The next moment, Mal’s lips were on his.

It wasn’t like their previous kisses; all of those had been soft, if not a bit messy, but this one was sudden and desperate; it was the touch of a man who’d been waiting for a year to touch, who’d waited so long to feel the way Cyrus’ back arched under his hands, who’d waited a year to taste his tears, to feel the burn of pain as his lips were bitten.

He’d been starving for a year, and finally he’d been blessed with sustenance, and he was taking his fill lest it be stolen from him again.

#playchoices #choices #play choices #mine #pb #bolas #blades of light and shadow 2 #mal valori #mal x mc #my writing #writing #fanfiction #male!mc #mc x mal #choices fanfic #playchoices fanfic #mal volari fanfic #mal volari x mc

[dutifullynuttywitch]

Pancake mornings

Blades of Light and Shadow 2

Pairing: Mal Volari X f!mc (Autumn Nightbloom)

Rating: Teen

Word count: 650

Summary: Mal tries his hand at making Heroes of Morella pancakes ... and Autumn considers more legitimate career choices for her handsome rogue.

Autumn awakens to the sweet smell of pancakes and peals of laughter coming up from the kitchen two floors below. She smiles at the novelty of normalcy. Something she never thought she’d have again.

Of course, there was still work to do. She and her friends continued to travel the newly merged realm to help the communities rebuild and fight off all manner of shadow beasts and fantastic creatures. But there were also moments of calm in-between, which she relished. She spent most of those weeks with Mal at the orphanage, making time to catch up with Nia, visiting friends, and Kade, when he wasn’t off to Zaradun with Cherta. Though she kept her room at the Palace, a standing invitation by King Arlan for the Saviour of the Realm, Autumn had pretty much moved into Mal’s cozy attic room.

She slips out of bed and quickly dresses, making her way downstairs towards the joyful ruckus.

“Morning, kit!” Mal calls out from the stove, flipping pancakes dangerously high into the air, to the delight of a dozen beaming kids gathered around.

“Morning, handsome.” She sidles next to him and places a soft kiss on his cheek. “Whatcha cooking up?”

“I call these my Heroes of Morella pancakes!” He proudly declares, to squeals of excited laughter from several kids.

She looks at a growing pile of deformed – faces? Some with elongated ears, others with points resembling horns, others just formless masses – and snorts. “Well, these certainly won’t win you any talent contests. Though I’ll give you points for originality, your magnificence.”

“Hey! I’d like to see you try to do better.” He mock-pouts.

“Sure thing. Watch and learn.” She smirks and grabs a ladle, dropping a dollop of batter onto the hot pan. She concentrates her magic, shaping the sizzling pancake into a perfect nesper shape.

“Oh, come on! That’s cheating!” Mal splutters, scandalized.

“And since when are you concerned about cheating, my handsome scoundrel?” She smirks mischievously, starting a new pile with her perfectly shaped pancakes.

"Since I'm not the one doing it!"

“I want Autumn’s pancakes! They’re so pretty.” “Me too!” “Me too!” The kids clutter around the counter, ooh-ing and ah-ing at Autumn’s growing pile of perfectly shaped heroes and nespers.

Mal huffs vexedly but relents with a magnanimous bow, “You seem to have won this battle, my fair lady.”

“oh, but you had the brilliant idea, so I say we share in the spoils of victory this time.” She sneaks a quick kiss, a promise of more to come.

He grins at her cockily, pressing himself against her back and whispering in her ear “That, I can get behind.”

“Mal!” She bats at him, eyes wide, and distracts herself with plating batches of pancakes for the anxiously waiting children.

Soon, the kids are settled around the dining table, munching away at their hero pancakes in a boisterous cacophony of talks and laughter. Autumn slips back to the kitchen and into Mal’s arms, hugging him lightly. He returns the embrace, sighing contentedly.

“Any plans today?”

“Well, I’ve gotten word that our dear friend Lord Thurgood has recently 'procured' a sword from a temple that belonged to the shadow realm. Apparently, it’s got some engravings that may or may not predate the Elven civilization.” He catches her scandalized look and adds on quickly “… for research purposes! It’s rumored to have magical properties… I’m sure Nia and elf boy would love to examine it.”

“And once they’re done researching…”

“Weeeeell… it’ll be worth a pretty penny.”

“Mal! Do I have to remind you how your last heist in Thurgood manor nearly ended in disaster?”

“Eh! I'd say it ended pretty good, considering I made it out with the statue and … made out with you.” He smirks devilishly, stealing a heated kiss.

Autumn sighs, biting her lower lip to hide an amused smile. “You know, Mal, as a hero of the realm, you should really think about other more legitimate avenues of employment.”

“… Such as…?”

“I mean you’re a pretty good cook, when you’re not trying to get creative with your pancakes.”

“I have to be, since you’re so godawful at it!” He smirks, tempering the criticism with a loving kiss.

“Well, I can’t be good at everything. But you could work at the bakery with Vivi.”

“Hmm… kneading dough all day, kind of like this…?” He grabs her waist, bringing her flush against him and lowers his hands to massage her backside, earning a soft moan.

"Well you are very good with your hands..." she trails off, kissing lightly down his neck.

"I love my sister and Vivi, don't get me wrong, kit, but I doubt they'd enjoy seeing me everyday."

"Well you're great with a weapon - for fighting!" she quickly specifies, growing scarlet at his suggestive leer. "You could join the Whitetower guards."

"Autumn, my love, the king may have absolved me of my past crimes, but I can promise you the Whitetower guards remember me very well, and we're not exactly on the friendliest of terms... any other brilliant ideas, kit?"

She looks up at him, pondering, then sighs.

"Okay your magnificence, at what time are we headed over to Thurgood Manor tonight?"

Mal flashes her a dazzling grin, draping an arm across her shoulders as he walks her into the dining room.

"Well, see, I was thinking we could sneak in right at the change of guard..."

Autumn smiles to herself. Normalcy, with just a dash of danger and adventure. This, to her, was perfection.

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[myautumnrose]

Drew Mal as an Orc!

Wanted to practice male anatomy…

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[gaiuskamilah]

forgot to share timelapse of this mal/lakan art so here it is late because i think timelapses are fun

🎵 la lune - billie marten

#playchoices #blades of light and shadow #mal volari #mal volari x mc #mal x mc #lakan nagoni #my art #mal x lakan #i forgot to give mal chest hair i am sorry for this oversight i will not do it again. lol