#Valdemarxreader

[lixuagi]

Yo just asking yk... 👉👈😳

Would you uhm be interested in a uhm Valdemar x reader ff orrrr idk idk just asking, i may or may not have been writing one for myself (and also in my native language so i would need to translate it if someone was to be interested in reading it) soooooo if you'd like that like/reblog/report to the police this post, that would be kind...i mean great... I mean ok i guess...

BUT IM JUST ASKI----

[valdemart]

Valdebreed Part 2

Us: *votes for courtier content*

Nyx Hydra: Yeah we’re not gonna actually do that lol

I tried to keep Valdemar as in character as possible but honestly? Fuck cannon. If Nyx Hydra isn’t going to feed us, I am! Come get y’all lunch!

NSFW ValdemarxReader Consentacles, way too much cum, dirty talking Valdemar, breeding kink, ruined furniture, pet names, after care probably a rushed intro but fuck it.

After pulling yourself together and freshening up in a very well-earned bath, you made your way back to your room where Valdemar waited.

The fire place had been lit. It was also the only light in the room. If it hadn’t been your own room, you might have bumped into something as you made your way over to where you could see Valdemar.

When you first moved in, there had been a chair in the library that you had fallen in love with. It was an oversized arm chair, big enough to curl up in, made of burgundy velvet. You sank into it like a spoiled house cat and read for hours at a time. Valdemar had found you napping in it at some point and shortly after you had found it had been moved to your room. That’s where they sat now. Naked.

 Valdemar never disrobed. Ever. Honestly, you had wondered a few times if their clothing wasn’t part of their actual body. This wasn’t their ‘real’ form, after all. You wouldn’t have been totally shocked to learn that their coat was just their true form’s arm or something, molded to look like clothing. Apparently, you were wrong. All of their skin was the same olive hue as their face and hands, the only other skin of theirs you had really seen before. They were a rectangular shape, their waist only dipping in slightly beneath their ribcage before fulling out to their hips. Their ribs were almost all entirely visible, the shadows cast by the firelight highlighting each groove and protuberance. And sitting on those ribs were the tiniest handfuls of breast tissue, with such perfectly symmetrical shape and nipples that they very obviously weren’t ‘human’. You’d only ever known breasts to be perfect mirror images of each other on statues. You could follow their legs up to their lap, but then all you could make out was shadow.

They were breathtakingly and horrifyingly beautiful.

“I think I’m…overdressed,” you said, your voice so thick with anticipation that you had to pause to swallow before you could finish your sentence.

“For now. I thought this particular situation called for some vulnerability on my part. Disrobe, Little Mouse.”

You slid off your robe and let it pool at your feet, leaving you as bare as they were.

“Come to me.”

You were before them in an instant, desperate to be near them. On them. Filled with them.

“Sit.”

You straddled their lap slowly, knowing the extent of their strength, but still slightly put off by the sight of their ribs. Parts of your brain seemed to have mistaken them for human.

You shivered as your chest pressed against theirs and your nipples hardened against their cool skin. You noticed quietly that theirs were still unerect and soft against you. Their hands wrapped around you gently, their fingers somehow sliding perfectly into the spaces between your ribs where they connected to your spine. If they squeezed, they could probably collapse your whole chest cavity. You had seen them crush a femur in their fist like it had been made out of sugar.

“We’re you ready to begin the experiment, Mouseling?”

“Kiss me first?”

Their lips were cold and thin and they felt so good against your heated skin.

There was loud crackling noise, too loud to have been from the fireplace, followed by a grotesque, wet sound. It sounded like someone was butchering a chicken right in front of you and you would have fallen back to the floor in surprise if Valdemar hadn’t been holding you.

You only saw it for a second but, in the firelight, you saw a cleft on Valdemar’s sternum that started to split open further like the skin was being retracted. You yelped and Valdemar reached out to grab your chin and hold your head upright.

“Look at me, Mouseling. Look only at me.”

They released your chin but your eyes never left theirs. You watched the flames behind you flicker in their red eyes as something unimaginably horrible was happening right below you. The sound traveled downward until it stopped where their genitals would be. Then it was quiet again. You could feel the dark energy emanating from just a few inches below you, but your eyes never left Valdemar’s and you weren’t sure if it was from fear or servility.

“Such an obedient little thing,” Valdemar praised as they brushed your hair off your face. You were sweating despite the chill of their skin and your head was swimming. Their magic tended to do that to you. Asra’s magic and your own magic never made you sick, but Valdemar’s always did. You weren’t sure if it was because it came from a different source or because it was too strong for you. Asra said it was a much older, much darker magic, and that even he wasn’t completely sure he understood it. That had upset you at first, and you tried to argue with him that Valdemar wasn’t evil and you were sick of everyone’s constant comments about it, but he merely placed a finger to your lips to silence you and said ‘I said dark energy, not evil energy’. To Asra’s credit, he handled your relationship with the doctor better than most people had.

But what would he think about a baby?

“Allow me to show you just how satisfying that which you fear is.”

Several appendages the width of a finger started to caress your body, making you jerk away against them, but Valdemar held you steady and your eyes never left theirs. They stared at you, unblinking and smiling softly, as their little tendrils fondled your stomach and legs. They were wet and soft like small tongues, and they left trails of moisture wherever they lapped. While they were a little unnerving, the sensation was like nothing you had felt before. Especially when they found your breasts. They flicked against your nipples flatly before wrapping around them to tug lightly. Your clit pulsed desperately with each little caress and your wet hole clenched around nothing, leaving you feeling desperately empty.

You groaned softly and bucked forward, trying to guide even one of those tendrils to where you now needed it most.

“Impatient?” Valdemar asked, knowing damned well the answer to their own question. “We have the rest of eternity.”  

Still, the tendrils descended then. Some softly pulled your lips apart, exposing you, while others tasted you. Two alternated flicks against your clitoris while three or maybe four slid into you at varying depths.

You keened and bucked into Valdemar’s lap, but you knew nothing you could do would change anything they had planned for you.

“Let’s get you nice and prepared to take my seed.”

It didn’t take long for the appendages to lubricate you, perhaps excessively so. Your body was wet now, and it caused you to shiver against the air.

The tendrils working your body withdrew, and you whined pitifully.

“Hush, Pet,” Valdemar said softly, though clearly unannoyed.

There was a singular tendril then, thicker than any of the last ones. A blunt head prodded you gently for a moment before sliding fully inside. Its girth stretched you, but whatever Valdemar had covered you in took away all resistance.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and, for a moment, you were worried they wouldn’t come back. This was so much more than anything Valdemar had ever given you. You doubted Valdemar had an established phallus, especially since they shapeshifted every other part of their physical form. This huge thing inside of you was made specifically because they wanted you helplessly full, pinned from the inside.

“I c-cant…Val…”

You weren’t asking for them to stop. No, this was delicious. You need this. But it was so, so much.

“You can. And you will.”

The phallus withdrew slowly to the tip before sliding back in just as slowly, all while Valdemar didn’t move a muscle. It was so typical of the demon, to wreck you without any indication of physical response on their end. They were going to fuck you and anyone watching would think they had nothing to do with it.

Valdmar’s…cock? For lack of a better comparison in your mind fucked you in the uniform way Valdemar did anything. While it lacked human variation, it was unrelenting in its endeavor to impregnant you.

“I can feel your little cunt milking me. Your body’s as desperate to get pregnant as you are.”

Your head dropped with a heavy moan and Valdemar shifted back, taking your full weight against them. If this dicking didn’t kill you, them talking like that certainly would. The heat inside of you was becoming unbearable. All you needed was a little bit more.

“Can you go faster?” You asked softly as you jerked your hips forward into their thrusting.

“Weren’t you just saying you couldn’t handle things as they were?”

You whined pitifully at their teasing.

“Please? Please? Please?”

With each beg you humped yourself harder. You could feel your climax mounting and all you wanted was to finish with Valdemar this deep inside of you. You weren’t above begging.

“Of course, Duckling. We need your orgasm to move my ejaculate to your womb.”

Their weird medical speak should have been embarrassing, but your walls fluttered around them.

One of their hands found the back of your head while the other wrapped around your waist. When Valdemar pushed back into you, it was a sharp, hard thrust and you cried out before you fell forward. You moaned loudly into the fabric of the chair and Valdemar held you against it.

“I have you.”

The tentacle started to piston in and out of you, the speed of the penetration through both of your fluids making the most unholy of sounds, like someone drowning in mud. Your body jiggled and shuddered against Valdemar as they remained perfectly still while they kept you caged to them.

“Val! Val-d-de-mah! Ah! Ah! Ah!”

It was right there. You could feel yourself about to snap. Just a little more. Oh, please just a little more. Oh please oh please oh please oh please

A few of the small tendrils from earlier reappeared to lap at your clit and you screamed into the chair. As you contracted around the still thrusting phallus, you could feel it erupt. The fluid coming out of it wasn’t hot or cold, but there was a ridiculous amount of it. It squirted inside of you before you felt it leak out around the two of you, quickly causing a puddle to form in Valdemar’s lap. Despite this, they were still moving in and out of you, fucking their cum back inside of you as it came out.

Too spent to try and wiggle away from the overstimulation, you whimpered for mercy.

“ ‘S too much. Val…”.

“I’m only trying to make sure you’re completely inseminated. Isn’t that what you wanted?”

Despite their teasing, their tendril retracted out of you. You shuddered, both thankful for the break and grieving the loss of fullness.  

“Val…That was crazy…”

“Science often is.”

It wasn’t hard for Valdemar to maneuver you onto your back in their lap, despite you being completely dead weight. Hooking one arm under your knees, they elevated your lower body and cradled you.

“You’re being too wasteful with my sperm, Little One. You need to be more grateful.”

Finally able to look at yourself, you saw that you were bathed almost completely in black. It started around your breasts where the tendrils had played with you and you grew darker the further down yourself you looked. Of course, Valdemar came black. You doubted anything viable in terms of offspring would actually come of this, but the closeness, the intimacy, that was what you had really needed. The brain melting orgasm hadn’t hurt either.

“I love you.”

Valdemar hummed in acknowledgement before softly running a finger down your stomach, through the gummy pitch they had covered you in, before tracing small circles around your womb.

Every time the fire flickered, the lighting on their face changed, making them look like they were morphing briefly. You couldn’t help but smile.

“We’re going to have such cute kids.”

[gdrawsthings]

When you play with fire you get burned, they say (ValdemarxReader one shot)

Rating: K+

Pairing: ValdemarxReader

Genre: Romance, Humor

Warnings: no warnings for this fic uwu

Word count: 2430

“I am going to kiss you”, Valdemar tells you one day, out of the blue. You’re baffled, shocked even, by their sudden statement. Not exactly orthodox, telling you that they’re going to perform an act universally recognized as a romantic one with such a cold voice. Still, you can’t help but feel the tiniest bit flattered that they chose to perform it on you of all people.

“You mean, right now?” you ask.

“No,” Valdemar says, to your surprise. “But I will. At some point.”

“I’m not sure I’m following.”

“I decided to make use of our recent… association, as one may call it… in a fruitful way. You see, you humans seem to be particularly affected by what you call “anticipation”.”

Valdemar interrupts their thought and looks at you until you arch your eyebrows and break the uncomfortable silence.

“... Well?” you say, waiting for an explanation.

Their head sways slightly to the side in amusement and Valdemar smiles. They got you.

“To tell you the truth,” they continue as they regain their composure,” I must say that I have always been deeply fascinated by human behavior under the effects of that emotion. If you will allow me to, I would like to experiment with the concept for a period of time.”

You start to connect the dots, and Valdemar knows you unamused expression well enough to understand that you will pose resistance.

“Are you saying that you’re gonna tease me for who knows how long like a rat in a cage until you’re satisfied with the results?”

“There’s nothing that you can do about it, now, can you?” they shrug.

They sound so confident in their plan that you can’t help but want to accept the challenge. “Well, I could force a kiss on you right here and right now and be done with it,” you try to retort, and put on the smuggest expression you can pull off, hoping Valdemar doesn’t see through your bluff. But they probably know as well as you do that this wasn’t exactly the strongest counterattack.

“I know you won’t. First kisses are something of a sacred thing among you people, and you certainly wouldn’t ruin ours in the name of pettiness. Besides, there’s no telling I won’t be affected by this experiment too.”

“Oh, you can bet that you will,” you tell them, defeated in the battle but not in the war, and in that moment Valdemar is positive that letting themself fall for you was the smartest decision they made in a long time.

“I will make sure to take notes.”

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A few days later, you’re strolling together in the Palace gardens, near the fountain. Valdemar isn’t really talking about anything, and neither are you, except for the occasional comment of this or that plant you’re walking by. Just being together in silence side by side has its charm, you think as you enjoy the quiet of the blooming garden.

Blooming…

Now that you think about it, most of the flowers in the garden are indeed in full bloom. You think of something. This would be the perfect setting for a kiss, right here between the placidly flowing water of the marble fountain and the sweet smell of roses…

You catch yourself mid-thought, mentally scolding yourself; your thoughts are so easily controlled by Valdemar’s mind games. You should pay more attention to yourself.

With your side vision, you steal a glance at your companion in order to read any subtle intention of putting their plan into motion.

You stiffen. This is it, isn’t it? They’re finally going to kiss me, that’s why they brought me here. Very clever, Valdemar, props to you. And also, unexpectedly romantic, you praise them, impressed by the impeccable choice of setting but still confident in the fact that you were able to predict their move.

It’s only a matter of moments now. In your excitement, you discreetly chew on your lower lip in an attempt to make it softer for the contact that is soon to come. You’re ready.

…

A few minutes pass, and nothing happens. On the contrary, Valdemar at some point has started to talk about the types of special corn that they harvest for the Countess on a hill behind the Palace, possibly the most boring conversation topic they have ever picked since you first met, seemingly unconcerned. When your stroll comes to an end, you are deeply dissatisfied to say the least.

“Well then, see you this evening for dinner, my dear,” Valdemar smiles and leaves without waiting for you to respond, and you gape at their retreating form.

…

That piece of… It was all on purpose!

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Anticipation…

Your and Valdemar’s arms brush as you are working side by side, and your breath catches in your throat every time they do.

Everything Valdemar does reminds you of that stupid little game they’re playing, and the fact that whenever you’re in their presence you can’t seem to be able to think of anything else angers you immensely. You just can’t focus on anything anymore.

When you’re in the middle of writing an important letter, their mere being inside the room distracts you to the point that you have to give up trying to figure out what damned word has been on the tip of your tongue for the last ten minutes and you slam the pen on the table. What even is their purpose in being here? They’re literally sitting on a chair doing nothing!

Irritated, you look at their face once or twice; at those tasty looking lips that now you can’t get out of your mind to save your life. You’re livid.

With a huff, you leave the room.

Valdemar chuckles as you do.

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“What do you think you’re doing?”

“Why, I’m reading a book,” Valdemar answers from their comfortable position on the armchair near the fireplace. “I may have to interrupt the activity to take a look at your eyes if you can’t see a book from such a short distance, though.”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about.”

“Oh, the experiment you mean?” Valdemar asks, feigning innocence.

They’re unbelievable!

“Speaking of, I am certain you will be pleased to know that, from what I gathered in these past few days of observing you, I am already very pleased with the results.”

The outrage that you feel must be evident on your face, because Valdemar looks at you and lets out a small laugh. But you’re determined not to give them the satisfaction. If they can play, I can play too, you think. You change the topic.

“… So, what are you reading?”

“Ah, this is just a medical book. This particular chapter is about the process of draining blood from a cadaver for embalming, but I’m going to need the information for other practices.”

“Sounds interesting. Let me take a look,” you say, and, giving Valdemar no time at all to process how close your face is suddenly getting to theirs, you lean on the armchair, dramatically shortening the distance between your bodies. You may just be dreaming it, but you swear that, for a flickering moment, you heard a soft gasp escape their throat.

You put a finger on the page Valdemar is reading, leaning forward from the armrest, and you know that, from that position, the scent of your hair products can reach their nose now.

“They say here that you should place a drain tube and an angled forceps on the vein to facilitate the drainage, but what’s an angled forceps, Valdemar?” you ask, turning your head so that now you can ask while looking directly into their eyes.

“It-… It’s those long scissors I’m always using,” they reply. You see them breaking eye contact for a fraction of a second to look down at your lips. You force yourself not to smile.

“Ah, I didn’t know they were called that.”

After a couple of minutes, spent asking questions you don’t really care about just to see how the microexpressions on their face change as you enter and utterly destroy whatever concept of private space Valdemar has, you’re standing up again.

“Well, I think I’ve bothered you enough with my questions, for now. See you at the lab?”

“O-of course.”

You turn away and make sure they can hear you close the door of the room when you exit.

You’re about to declare absolute victory on your side, but not before putting your ear to the wooden door and waiting for a few seconds. You cover your mouth with a hand, suppressing uncontrollable laughter, when you can hear all the confirmation you needed in the single word Valdemar pronounces.

“Fascinating.”

You’re so proud of yourself.

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Weeks pass, and waiting for The Thing to happen has become almost unbearable. You could cut the tension with a knife, and you’re not sure you’ll be able to work for much longer if Valdemar keeps this up, even if it’s not like they are actively doing anything to put you on edge. At this point, you’re not even sure if they’re still experimenting on you or if they just got bored and forgot about it, and, if possible, the thought makes you feel even more humiliated.

As a last, desperate, strategy of self-defense, you resolve to just put it all in the back of your mind and eventually forget about it too.

To your unawareness, Valdemar has not forgotten. They are determined to continue, as a matter of fact, but they can’t pretend they don’t realize that their reasons for doing so are not quite the same as when they had started it all.

It seems like their interest has shifted, in a way; or maybe it’s just that they see your behavior in another light. Some time after the beginning of this experiment of theirs, though they are not sure when, you started to appear in their eyes more like the effective perpetrator of the torture than its victim, and this turn of events has Valdemar grinning, paradoxically captivated by their own loss of control.

Knowing that, sooner or later, they will initiate a kiss with you has made them acutely aware of your presence whenever you stand close to each other. Or just whenever they look at you, or hear your voice approaching from down the hall.

They reflect on the possibility of your body emanating pheromones as a result of your own anticipation, when they try to find a sensible explanation for the undeniable effect you have on them. For the way they find themself inadvertently stiffening when, as you hand them a scalpel, your fingers touch through the work gloves.

For when, a couple of hours later, they’re helping you down from a ladder and, when you rest your hands on their shoulders and they gaze up at you and at their hands circling your waist, they seriously consider the possibility of holding you in their arms and ending the experiment right then and there.

Valdemar knows that now it’s just a matter of admitting to themself they’re avoiding the unavoidable. They hate to say, the anticipation has them positively shivering now.

How interesting indeed.

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A couple of weeks later, you’re sitting on the floor your office, trying to make sense of the mess of documents that your employer, in their usual lack of concern for orders and paperwork, has failed to sign and send to the Countess for the past three months.

There are so many words you don’t understand, half of them are specific medical terms you’re not yet acquainted with, while the rest is mostly just bureaucratic gibberish. You shouldn’t be the one to handle these documents, you decide, it’s not your responsibility nor your area of expertise, and, when Valdemar knocks on your door to enter your office, you immediately stand up from the pile of papers to be ready to tell them exactly that. Your abrupt upward movement, along with the opening of the door, generates enough of a current to make part of them fly around you, under some furniture and generally away from your grasp. A lock of hair falls over your eyes in defeat.

Exasperated, you address the doctor.

“Quaestor-,” you begin to say, but you can see that Valdemar has just now made a decision by the way they are suddenly moving towards you, their hands in their usual steeple pose, their eyes unblinking.

“W-… Val-…?”

“Hold on for a second,” Valdemar tells you with a lowered tone. Uncaringly, they step on the sheets of paper here and there as they approach you, and you find yourself not caring either, much more enraptured as you are by the sudden feeling of their hand now covering your left side in the soft space between your ribcage and hipbone.

“You are allowed to breathe in my presence,” they tease, and as a result you let out a sigh that you didn’t know you were holding. So much for forgetting about the experiment.

Valdemar gently takes away from your hand the document you were holding and, with an elegant movement of their wrist, lets it float to the ground with the rest of them, not even bothering to look at its contents as its pages all fall down in different directions.

This will be a mess to reorganize, but you don’t really want to think about it, especially now that your heart is pounding so violently inside your chest. You feel like if you were any warmer you could straight up burn in front of the doctor, and you can tell in Valdemar’s expressive eyes that they are also pleased by the few points of contact between your bodies. The hand on your side slowly traces its way up to the back of your head, where it rests, their slender fingers tangling in your hair.

Your noses are so close that they are touching now, and you are so flustered that your ears ring.

You’re just so close, but Valdemar stops in their movement downwards to ask permission.

“I hope you will allow me to pronounce this experiment finally concluded,” they say, and you can feel Valdemar’s warm breath on your cheek as they caress your lower lip with their thumb.

This is their roundabout way of admitting defeat. Not bothering to point out that you both lost this game for now, you give them a happy, eloquent nod in response, and close your eyes as Valdemar bends down to finally meet your lips with their own.

I hope their teeth won’t hurt too much.

[lixuagi]

The Cure for Death - chapter 1

(Since some of you said that they would really like to read my Valdemar/MC FF -I’m so happy!!!- here’s the first chapter. This takes place before the actual Arcana storyline, when the Plague is looming over Vesuvia. MC’s abilities and character are based off of one of my ocs that I will introduce in another post. However I didn’t write about her appearence so everyone can imagine their own character, she’s a girl though and she uses feminine pronouns. I hope this doesn’t ruin the reading for anyone. Enjoy! Here’s some context): MC is Asra’s young and kind apprentice. She has a talent that even her master couldn’t teach: a natural talent for healing. But with great powers come great responsabilities, and she’ll learn that ending up working as a nurse for the infamous Quaestor Valdemar. However, a greater danger lurks in the shadow. Will her light still shine if faced with the dark?

Somewhere, in a world suspended between reality and intangible, someone was watching me. -I must have that power. It’s indispensable. – A voice too deep and greedy to not be evil. -I need it for everything to go as planned. I need it to succeed. I have to have it. I must… have her.- But I couldn’t know. . -Here we go. It’s all right now. Try to move your arm- I smile kindly at the little girl sitting in front of me in my shop. She does what she’s asked, smiling back with an even bigger grin that’s missing a canine. -Wow! You’re such a witch! – she giggles, waving her slender limb a few minutes earlier fractured by a bad fall. -I prefer mage, but thank you.- I sneer, watching the faint emerald light leave my palms. -Yes, as you wish! Mother told me she’ll come by in the morning to pay you properly.- I help her get back on her feet, and off the stool. -Tell her it’s not necessary. It was just a small thing.- I take her hand and walk her out the door. - Really?- Her big eyes open wide, glowing with amazement. I nod softly. -Thank you! You’re the nicest witch in the world!- just the time to give me a hug, and the little girl hurries out of the store. I follow her with my eyes, shouting: -Don’t tire that arm too much! And watch your steps next tim– I stop, realizing that, far away as she is, she probably can’t hear me anymore. I cross my arms, shaking my head and muttering to myself: -These kids…- I sigh, turning to go back in, but I find myself in front of Asra, my master and colleague. -A very good job as usual, MC.- he puts his hand on my shoulder with his usual politeness. I sense that’s not all he wants to tell me, so I wait for him to continue. -But you don’t eat with selflessness…you know times are hard. -I look down, feeling naive. -She was just a child…How could I ask her for compensation?- I know he doesn’t like to scold me, but his eyebrows, white as his thick hair, show that he’s already decided to do it. -You know that her mother is the wife of one of Vesuvia’s richest merchants. He would have paid us handsomely. Yours is a rare if not unique gift. No one has such mastery of healing magic as you. This must be rewarded.- I remain silent, my eyes fixed on the floor. Really, I’m a fool. How could I miss such an opportunity when people are starving outside or worse, consumed by the plague? Noticing that I’m silent, Asra sighs, just tightening his grip to reassure me. -It’s okay, MC. -I don’t want you to be hard on yourself about this. I didn’t mean to hurt you.- I put my hand on his, raising my eyes to meet his gaze of a soft violet, strong contrast to his amber skin. -I know. Maybe it’s just… - I swallow, looking for the best words. -I don’t want to be somebody who makes money off other people’s suffering.- he seems to get indignant and gets ready to argue about it, but I interrupt him before that happens. -I just want to help the cause. I just…want to save all those lives.- these words seem to calm him,and his expression comes back relaxed and apprehensive. -You’re not an Arcana. You’re a human being and you can’t save everyone. You have to accept that. You can’t keep accusing yourself forever after– I barely raise a hand to put a stop to his words. I don’t want to remember, but it’s inevitable. -If I had tried harder, if I had resisted…that man’s children would still have a father. He would have loved and protected them… - I cover my face with my hands, while the images of that day manifest before me like apparitions. The man had entered leaving a copious trail of blood behind him. He could hardly speak, given the numerous stabs he had received, from what I could understand, thanks to a robber. Every wound, extremely deep, that I could barely heal, deprived me of so much energy. When I got to what would later be his fatal cut, on the carotid artery, Asra had to tear me from the patient or I would end up going beyond my abilities and dying with him. He took it upon himself to tell the family of the deceased. I didn’t eat for a week after it happened. I felt like a murderer. The guilt gripped me, and was a painful grip. One day the doorbell rang, and I went to open the door. Even though Asra kept me from receiving any more customers while I was so exhausted, now he couldn’t do it because he went shoppingshopping for necessities. On the threshold were two children, brother and sister, the eldest being no older than eleven. -Daddy’s dead, and it’s your fault! -The hate with which the infant stared at me was unspeakable, while just behind him his little sister sobbed incessantly. I stammered something, pale in the face. Days later I saw them again in a wagon. He took the victims of the Red Plague to the Lazaret.

-Sometimes, when the door opens and the bells jingle, I think it’s their ghosts.-I whisper, looking down and staring into nothingness. A tear runs down my cheek, but I don’t realize it until Asra dries it with his thumb, bringing me back to reality. He doesn’t know what to say. Seeing me like that always breaks his heart. He

clutches me tightly, resting his chin on my head. I can feel his jaw tighten. He holds me like this for a few minutes, like he’s afraid I might disappear at any moment. After a long deliberation, he finds the strength to do what’s right. -What would make you happy? -My heart melts to feel he’s putting aside his fears for my well-being. -I want to go out there. I don’t care what happens next. I need to redeem myself, or I won’t be able to go on. -A doubt grips him though, forcing him to give it voice: -Let’s consider the possibility of a repeat of…that unfortunate event. How would you handle it? - I think carefully about the answer. -I’ll have to make it up to it again. For every victim there’ll be three times as many healed.- I clench my fists and I get out of the hug. Even the young man notes that my eyes are full of determination. -if not more. Every night I’ll go to bed exhausted and if not I’ll have to continue even when the moon is shining. It’s my nature, Asra. I was born for this.- I run to the back room, where we both live. His lips open in an expression of utter amazement. Ever since I was a child he has taken me under his wing, finding me in the middle of the road healing pets for pennies. By now he knows me like the back of his hand, or so he thought. He had never seen such passion in a girl who was usually shy and caring. I’ve grown up. At this moment, Asra Alnazar ceases to think he educated me personally. He took care of me, like a gardener watering his flower, just waiting for me to bloom on my own. And at this point there’s nothing he can do. He realizes that if I wanted to, he would have to let me go.

When I return, I have the bag over my shoulder, loaded with everything that could be useful to me during my journey, including, of course, my deck of tarot cards. Although my specialty is healing magic, over the years I have been taught to master the white one discreetly as well. Black magic is still an unexplored

territory, and frankly I hope I never have to experience it. It was always Asra who left me alone in the shop

during his expeditions in who knows which corner of the real world or magical realms. Now it’s my turn.

Let’s call it a declaration of independence.

-Where will you go?- he asks me, eyes veiled with sadness as he suppresses a “will you come back?” -Where’s the need for me to be.- I smile at him, but it’s not enough to calm him down. I look at his worried

face. -This isn’t a good-bye, Asra.- - Promise me.- He’s holding out a hand while also holding something

back. I hand him mine, and he drops a necklace in my palm with an emerald pendant amulet. -What is it?- I

don’t swear. Anything could happen out there. I may never get back to him. -When you need me, if you’ll

ever do, you can contact me with this. I’ll always be with you, MC.- He’s coming up to me, putting his arms

around my neck. I blush at the proximity of our faces. As soon as I hear the click of the necklace closing, I

pull away. Many times I have wondered if in all these years of living together Asra had ever wanted me to

be something more than an apprentice or a friend. But even more I wondered if I wished that too. These

moments with him seem to give me the illusion that it wouldn’t hurt to be with him for the rest of my life.

After all, he has never been anything but kind to me, and a thousand other good things. However, although

these reflections confuse me quite a bit, a part of me wants our relationship to remain pure, genuine. It’s

too precious, it goes beyond physical attraction. It’s so deep that it’;s platonic. If I ever had to make a choice,

I’d die for him. And I’m sure he’d do the same for me. -I have to go- I whisper to him with my head down

without having the courage to look at him again. I put my hand on the door knob and turn it, opening the

door wide. -MC.-I turn to him, and it hurts. For a moment I have the impression that he wants to reveal

his deepest confessions and his innermost thoughts to me. Then he bites his lip like he’s taking it all back. -

You haven’t promised yet.- I smile at him. -I’ll come back,I promise you that.- I didn’t think the first time I

left Asra would be the first time I could lie to him. But with those words,I disappear from his sight,not

knowing for how long.

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I look around. The streets of Vesuvia have never been so deserted. A boiling wind lifts the sand from the clay soil, creating a vermilion mist. I decide to pass through the market, usually the place that is swarming with people, especially in the late afternoon. Few stalls have the courage to continue selling, the merchants constantly exposed to the incurable and deadly disease. In the distance I can see the stall of Selasi, the baker from whom Asra and I used to go every morning to have breakfast, in more pleasant times. The closer I get, the more I notice the scarcity of the goods: even for him the raw materials are now unobtainable. When he notices me, the man makes his gaze lighten towards my figure, then looks away, as if terrified. To say the least, a peculiar behavior given his joyful character. I remember how his face lit up at the sight of every customer, who he treated daily with all the warmth that a friend would give. Now I stand a few meters away from him when I feel that something is wrong. A familiar aura surrounds him: that of someone who is suffering. My slow pace becomes fast as I approach him: -Selasi!- he jumps. His face looks very emaciated. It’s not just the famine. -Ah, Miss MC… -What can I offer you today?- His voice is a tired, almost inaudible rale. Even stranger, since he is used to shouting to be heard by crowds. His gaze is firmly planted on the ground. -Selasi… you are…- -Don’t come any closer!- I back away, surprised by that shout. Then he continues, mortified: -Please…I don’t want you to…- The question is enough to convince him to look me in the eye. His are injected with blood, his sclera is totally vermilion, his skin is pale and cracked. I have never seen a plague patient so closely, but I can recognize them thanks to Asra’s stories and the medical documents he had given me. He had never allowed me to treat one in the shop, he was afraid that I would be drained of any strength or worse, infected. I wonder if I’d be able to do anything. -Why didn’t you come to me? You’re a friend.- I’m trying to get closer, but he’s reluctant. -I can’t risk causing anyone’s death, I just can’t. I try to keep my distance, but… - one cough interrupts him. He tries to turn around, but when he does, blood splashes on a loaf of bread. The disease takes its course in three days. The first you have a harmless fever, the third you’re at the Lazaret, waiting for your body to be burned among hundreds more. -Please, let me help you. I’ve treated sick people before, certainly not this kind of pathology, but I’ve never been infected. Please, Selasi.- the choice is not difficult for him, after all what does he have to lose? If he doesn’t try, he’ll die soon anyway. -I don’t have much on me, but…- -No, I don’t want anything. I just don’t want you to suffer anymore. Your offer almost hurts me. I’m not that kind of person, not anymore.- Somehow I’ll find other ways to make a living. I extend my hands to his face, and this time he won’t retract. My palms glow bright green. The brighter it is, the greater the effort. Now it looks so bright that I feel like I’ll be blinded at any moment. However, I’ve been practicing a lot since the accident. I am able to endure this, and even more so as I close my eyes to concentrate. My energy penetrates under his skin, looking for the focus of the discomfort. I can feel it flowing, it is liquid and it expands throughout his body, everywhere. It’s… the blood. The problem is now all over the circulatory system, and it’s invading the other organs with disarming speed. I have to stop it. I channel my magic into every single artery, vein and capillary. Nothing must be left uncovered. My being, meanwhile, is now in a total trance. I am no longer aware of the outside world. All I see is my light branching out into thousands of wires and tunnels. When I have invaded every zone, I try to keep my breathing regular, ignoring the dizziness that begins to manifest itself, and I begin purification. I hope that Selasi is feeling instant relief, it would mean that it is working. My stomach is writhing on itself, nauseated, and my legs are made of butter. I can do this. The darkness is about to disintegrate, I can feel it. My temples are throbbing. The heavy air comes in and out of my lungs quickly. I slowly close my fists, calling the light back to me. -Purify and return.- I whisper the formula needed to end the spell. I feel the energies come back to my hands, even if they have now decimated, they have finished their task. I hope it has been successful as I squint my eyelids. My feet touch the ground again. Apparently I was really floating. -Selasi…? -I hardly whisper. I can’t find any answers. For a moment I’m afraid I lost him. My vision is blurred and distorted, I can’t distinguish shapes and sounds come to me muffled. Maybe he’s talking to me, but I can’t hear him anymore. The darkness overwhelms me as I abandon myself to its warmth.

Immersed in the darkness, I can only hear the echo of my thoughts. It’s ridiculous. It would be pathetic if the first time I left Asra, I died. Maybe that’s exactly what happened to me, though. Maybe there was a reason I was never allowed to treat Red Plague patients. Maybe it would have been fatal. At least I saved a life. At least I redeemed myself. I remain immersed in that dense shadow for what appears to be an infinite amount of time. Then I see a pristine light, the famous light at the end of the tunnel. Where is it taking me? When I try to walk towards it I find myself unable to move. But it’s getting bigger, it is the one who is getting closer. My ears ring, it’s deafening. Where am I? When I come out of the luminous aura, I begin to struggle to distinguish a figure. They’re dressed in white, they have a gown, a strange headgear of the same colour in the shape of horns, the skin… green. My imagination is playing tricks on me. They wear a ruby coloured brooch on their chest, it’s shaped like a beetle, and their eyes are bloodshot, with a feline pupil. I’ve never seen this individual. The ringing in my ears fades to make room for sound. The figure is talking. -Oh, you’re waking up, I see.- -Mm…am I dead? Are you an angel?- A giggle answers me. -Oh, no, to be precise, I’m quite the opposite.-

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Notes: thank you for reading! If you enjoyed it please leave a like/reblog/comment with your opinion and/or how would you like the story to go on! Ik that we meet dr vivisexy just at the end but this is just the beginning, things will change :3 Please keep in mind that english is not my native language so padron me if I made any mistakes!

[lixuagi]

The Cure for Death - Chapter 6

Hello! Chapter 6 is up, and it’s a little longer than usual. this might not look like a lot but I swear it took SO LONG to translate. A big thank you to everyone that likes, comments and in general supports what I do, you are giving me the strenght to continue and the courage to show my works to the world. This sounds corny but it comes from my corny ass heart so what did u expect lmao......

thank you. <3

[valdemart]

Fweckles

ValdemarxReader fluff. No warnings.

“Valdemar…I’m bored.”

There was no reply. They didn’t even look up from their desk where they were writing gods only knew what.

“I said I was bored.”

“I heard you perfectly fine the first time,” they answered finally. “I was ignoring you.”

You huffed and marched over to them before nuzzling yourself against their shoulder like a cat.

“Don’t ignore me.”

“I am working and you are fully capable of entertaining yourself for the moment.”

“But I’m lonely.”

You watched them write for a moment before realizing they were writing in a language you were unfamiliar with.

“You’re welcome to sit quietly down here with me.”

It took a great deal of strength to keep you from rolling your eyes.

“Can’t we do something together? Something fun? Something…not this?”

“Perhaps when I finish. Until then, I will not stop my work to indulge you.”

“Vawdemaw…Pwetty pwease?”

That made Valdemar stop writing immediately. You knew it would. Not because you had ever tried it on them before, but rather because it had made everyone else you had tried it on throw something at you. No one liked the ‘UWU’ voice.

Like an owl, they turned their face sharply towards yours, the slight curl of their upper lip their only sign of disgust.

“Is that what’s meant to allure me, Dearest? That infantile voice?”

Their voice was completely flat. It didn’t hold the ice it did when they were exceedingly annoyed, so you pushed.

“Well…Is it working?”

You grinned at them, grinning like the cat that got the green canary. Even when they slowly returned your smile, you hid your worry and your smile never faltered.

“You seem to be under the impression that, just because my instruments are not nearby, I cannot cause you a great deal of discomfort.”

Turning their chair around to face you, they held their quill up long enough for you to see the sharp point before bringing it to poke lightly into your neck. They weren’t applying nearly enough pressure for it to be even slightly uncomfortable. Slowly, they drug the point up your neck and across your face, causing you to shiver lightly as goosebumps covered your arms.

“I’ve not yet heard of anyone completing a transorbital lobotomy with a quill,” they explained, bringing the quill point to rest right outside your medial canthus. “I could write a very interesting paper after becoming the first.”

It was hard to be afraid, knowing that there was no way Valdemar could possibly slip accidentally.

“You wouldn’t want me lobotomized.”

“Perhaps. Although it’s quite a shame I let you keep your brain when you never use it.”

Valdemar lowered the quill and waited for your response. You didn’t really have anything witty to say, so you decided to double down on being annoying.

Leaning forward slightly, you planted a light kiss onto the tip of Valdemar’s nose.

“Fweckles.”

Valdemar was silent for just a moment.

“Excuse me?”

You leaned forward again to place a kiss on their left zygomatic arch.

“Fweckles. I like yo fweckles.”

“Cease this horrid chatter at once.”

“Can’t. Gotta kiss da fweckles.” You placed a third kiss to the right side of their face.

“One.”

You pulled back and observed Valdemar’s face. Their eyes were sharp but their face was neutral. You waited for them to continuing counting, but they didn’t. They weren’t counting down to your dissection? Slowly, you leaned forward to kiss the bridge of their nose.

“Two.”

Oh.

Now they were keeping a tally of your transgressions? No doubt it was also the number of repercussions coming your way as well. You wanted to ask Valdemar what they had planned, but you already knew they wouldn’t tell you.

“Three.”

Your lips lingered on theirs for a moment, their skin chilling you slightly. No, you had no idea what they had planned, but you figured you could handle three of whatever they planned to dish out.

It’d be worth it.

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What were they counting? Orgasms? Spankings? Toes removed? You get to decide!

Working on Valdebreed Part 2 now that I finally got this out. Stay tuned!

[valdemart]

Hide and Seek ValdemarxReader

No warnings, just fluff  😘

A person could only be expected to take so much.

There were certain concessions you had made with Valdemar because, well, that’s just the way it had to be. They weren’t going to hold your hand as the two of you walked down the marketplace, and they weren’t one for candle lit dinners, and that was fine. However, as you stared up at the ceiling above your new huge, empty bed, you decided that enough was enough. Valdemar was going to have to take a science break and give you some attention.

You winced as your bare feet hit the cold floor, but you squared your shoulders and made the long walk from the bedroom down to the basement laboratory where your lover undoubtedly was.

Sure enough, there they were, bent over a microscope. You waited in the doorway for them to acknowledge you, but when they didn’t you cleared your throat.

“Did you need something, Duckling?”

You sighed and walked over to them, wrapping your arms around their slender waist and resting your head against their back.

“You haven’t been to bed with me in three days. I have needs, you know.”

“Oh, I’m very aware of how needy you are, Little One.”

“Then how come I’m here begging?”

Valdemar sat up slowly and turned around. One hand went up to hold your chin while the other rested on your hip. You shivered at their cool touch, making them smirk.

“Your begging sounds awfully close to whining.”

“Oh, come on. When you asked me to move in, I thought I’d see you at least a little bit more. Now I feel like I see you even less.”

It was true. Valdemar rarely even snuck up behind you now, which you had thought was probably their favorite thing to do. But now that you were actually in their home almost every night, you were still sleeping alone. Even if Valdemar didn’t need to sleep, they could still come tuck you in.

“I’m lonely.”

Valdemar slid their hand up to your cheek and pinched the flesh, making you scowl.

“I suppose I have been neglectful of you.”

You brightened a little at that admission. Finally, they were using their scientific brain to see reason.

“Are you going to make it up to me?”

Valdemar grinned, then, their sharp teeth gleaming as brightly as their eyes.

“How about a game, Dear One?”

A game? With that smile? This felt more like a portent to run than a chance at some quality romance. What games did Valdemar play? Dissect the Annoying Human? Strap the Human to My Exam Table? Well, actually, the two of you had played that one a few times and it was really fun.

“Ok, I’ll bite. What game?”

“Hide and seek.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really. Do you think you can hide from me, Little Mouse?”

You pretended to think about the offer as they stared at you, not blinking once.

“You’re not just going to send me off to hide and then go back to work, are you?”

“Oh no. I want to hunt my Little Mouse.”

That declaration caused your heart to flutter.

“Ok. What happens if you find me?”

“When I find you,” they corrected.

Talking about a game of hide and seek shouldn’t have been stirring you up as much as it was, but suddenly you couldn’t wait for them to find you.

“I don’t know. I’ve found some really good hiding places while exploring. And you never leave your lab.”

Valdemar stood up then, suddenly and silently, and guided you to the door with their arm wrapped around your waist.

“Well then, Little Mouse, the game is afoot.”

They moved to stand behind you, holding you still by your shoulders. Their cool breath blew over your ear as they leaned down to whisper to you. “Run.”

You were off like a shot, your bare feet slapping against the stone floor, your eyes darting around wildly in the near dark as you tried to think of the perfect hiding place. There was nothing down here, so you climbed the stairs to the main floor of the estate. How much of a head start were they going to give you?

You started into the kitchen, before realizing there wasn’t really anywhere to hide other than the stove, and you didn’t want to try squeezing in there. That’s when you remembered the discovery you had made earlier in the library. You grabbed a ladle off the counter and threw it to the other side of the kitchen, hoping that the clattering it made would throw Valdemar off your trail as you dashed into the library down the hall.

There was a desk you could hide under and heavy, draping curtains to hide behind, but those were too obvious. You approached the large, ornately carved grandfather clock clicking away off to the side of the room. Wrapping your hands around the edge, you pulled and the front opened.

You had approached the clock when you realized that, unlike other clocks of its kind, you couldn’t see the pendulum through the front. You were admiring the carvings of bears and deer when you discovered quite by accident that the clocked opened to a hidden compartment. There were notches in the wood, and you realized one was meant to store hunting swords inside. Valdemar, of course, didn’t have any hunting swords, so it was empty.

It was a snug fit, but you made it. Now all there was to do was wait. There was no way Valdemar had cared enough about their furniture outside of the lab to know about this clock. You were giddy with the thought of outfoxing the doctor. You took slow, quite breaths and waited.

Minutes later, you finally heard the click of their shoes in the hallway. Valdemar could be completely silent when they wanted to be, so you knew they wanted you to hear them approaching. No doubt they were trying to make you apprehensive, but you had to stop yourself from giggling. They were never going to find you. Sorry, Doctor, but maybe you need to spend more time outside the lab.

Then they were in the library. Valdemar stopped at the large globe and spun it hard so you could hear it whir as it spun. Nice try, but you were too confident to be psyched out. You knew they were walking around the room because you could hear them drum their fingers across the desk and throw back the curtain. But they walked right passed the clock without a second glance. You had really pulled it off.

“Come out, come out, my Little Mouse. Wherever could you be?”

You didn’t answer and Valdemar stood in silence for a moment before walking out of the library and down the hall. You waited for a while after you heard the last of their footsteps before peeking your head out of your hiding spot. Leaving it open for you to easily escape back into, you snuck out and tiptoed to the door. Looking down the dark hallway, illuminated only slightly by the moonlight through the windows, you grinned smugly. You’d wait for them to search all over the rest of the estate before you made your grand reveal, asking them what your prize was for beating them so soundly.

As you turned to creep back into the clock, you hit what felt like a brick wall. A brick wall that suddenly reached out and wrapped its arms around you.

Your scream could have no doubt been heard well on the other side of the estate.  Your legs gave out from the unexpected terror, and you would have dropped to the floor if you weren’t being held up. You looked up at Valdemar, their red eyes shining though the dark as you tried desperately to catch your breath.

“Got you, Little Mouse.”

[valdemart]

A New Experiment (NSFW ValdemarxReader)

I made a nasty Valdemar fic because I’m 🎵Human Garbage🎵

It’s Valdemar so warnings for medical kink, mentions of gore (I don’t think its that intense), dead bodies, some swearing, and everything else that goes with everybody’s favorite Quaestor.

((I know hysterical paroxysm probably wasn’t actually a treatment or whatever, and time line wise it doesn’t really fit, but for the sake of this story I do not give a fuck. Do I want to romance the horrible demon doctor? Yes? Am I foolish enough to think it’s possible? Absolutely not. This is as good as it gets, fuckos, not being murdered maybe.))

To make it an entire year as a student doctor under Doctor Valdemar was previously unheard of. If the student didn’t vanish mysteriously never to be heard from again, they fled to another country and refused to talk about it. You, however, had done it and it hadn’t even been hard. As head doctor of the palace, Valdemar had no time for anything not related to science. All you had to do was focus on work while you were working and do everything they said immediately and correctly.

You had even managed to get a few compliments from them. They were not the type to hand out praise, but you had gotten ‘adequate work’ several times and even one ‘well done’.

There were a few ‘eccentricities’ to deal with, but what genius wasn’t a little bizarre? Another year or so working under them and no doubt you’d leave to become a brilliant surgeon.

After an entire year of hard work and dedication, you wouldn’t have thought that you’d undo it all with one little mistake, but isn’t that always how it happened?

The city morgue had apparently gotten a new delivery man; specifically, a tall, brown eyed delivery man with a roguishly handsome smile. You hadn’t had a lot of time for dating while attending medical school and, well, you were only human. You had to flirt with him a little bit. Despite him hauling around unclaimed corpses, he was in the mood to flirt a little too. Doctor Valdemar was engrossed in a project so you made small talk with the man while you counted the bodies and signed his delivery ledger. He told an unfunny joke and you giggled. It was harmless and didn’t interrupt your work at all. As soon as he left, you were back to work, categorizing the corpses based on possible causes of death to be examined further.

But, later, white cleaning various beakers and test tubes, your mind began to wander. You couldn’t help the big, stupid grin plastered to your face as you thought of the delivery man. He’d be by next week and maybe by then you would have the nerve to ask him to dinner. Or maybe he would ask you, wouldn’t that be something.

Valdemar called your name loudly and impatiently and you jumped. Had they said your name already without you hearing it? They did not like having to repeat themselves. In jumping, you had managed to knock two test tubes off the table. They broke with two quiet ‘tinks’ against the floor. You stared at them wide eyed for a moment before looking up. Doctor Valdemar was less than a foot away from you and frowning.

Shit…

You hadn’t ever broken anything before. The last person to break something had been an assistant and Doctor Valdemar had stepped on their hand while they were picking up the shards, driving the glass into their skin. That had made you conscientious about maintaining a firm grip on everything in the dungeon.

After a horrible, silent moment of staring, Valdemar smiled.

“Distracted today, are we? It wouldn’t have anything to do with that handsome man that was here earlier, would it?”

They weren’t yelling, but they often didn’t so there was no telling how mad Valdemar was right now.

“I’m so sorry, Doctor Valdemar. I’ll clean it up and get right back to work.”

“Leave it for now.”

This kind of thing didn’t happen to you. You were a professional, dammit. You had never gotten in trouble before and now Valdemar was going to make you eat those broken test tubes.

Valdemar turned to the only two other staff currently on and waved their hand at them.

“Leave us.”

They exchanged glances with one another and then shot you two helpless, sympathetic looks before climbing the stairs to the palace.

“Come join me at my desk for a moment, wont you?”

Your feet felt like lead as you dragged yourself to the desk in the middle of the dungeon. Valdemar sat down, but you waited for them to nod at you before you dared to take a seat. There was another endless moment of silence as they watched you over their steepled fingers.

“Was I right? We’re you thinking of that delivery boy?”

“Yes, Doctor.”

Of all the stupid things to get in trouble for.

“Seems even the good little humans lose their heads in the spring.”

This would be funny if it wasn’t so terrifying.

“Mating season and all.”

Maybe you’ll be the first student to be forgiven?

“When was the last time you had sex?”

Valdemar didn’t waste time mincing words. A forthright question like this was embarrassing but not uncommon.

“Oh, um, two years ago I believe, Doctor.”

“Hmm, I see. Do you masturbate often?”

Despite your fear, you couldn’t help your blush at that question.

“Um, not very, I don’t think, Doctor.”

“Quantify it.”

“Um, once or twice a month.”

“I see.”

This next span of silence really does go on forever. It’s almost as though Valdemar has no intention of speaking. Their unblinking gaze is too much to bear and you speak first.

“I’m so sorry, Doctor. I promise, it won’t happen again.”

“How?”

“P-Pardon?”

“How are you going to keep it from happening again?”

Well, you hadn’t expected that question. Usually, when you apologized to someone, they just accepted that you would do better.

“I, um, I’ll just-“

Valdemar stared at you while you stuttered, their passive face making it very clear that they could wait all day for an answer.

“I don’t want to disappoint you, Doctor. I’ll do better. I won’t get distracted anymore.”

“And how can you guarantee that? The human drive to mate is so primal. It’s so deeply embedded in your brain that it will almost certainly always win over logic. I don’t blame you for what you are, but I don’t trust you to be able to resolve it on your own. After all, you aren’t even a doctor yet, are you?”

Well, at least they weren’t angry. You weren’t sure what they had planned, but it wouldn’t be like that time they broke another assistant’s arm for preparing the wrong slice of a cadaver’s brain.

“I’ll do whatever you think I need to do, Doctor.”

They rose suddenly and silently, making you flinch slightly.

“I’m glad to hear you say that. It’s refreshing for someone to take responsibility instead of blubbering excuses. Although, I would expect nothing less from you.”

You watched Valdemar walk over to one of the metal exam tables and reach underneath to pull out the gynecological stirrups. A feeling of dread washed over you, but all you could think was how well you had oiled the stirrups, as they no longer squeaked when they were moved.

“It will be a simple treatment. Not invasive at all and so little blood,” Valdemar explained, steepling their fingers together again. “Now, please undress from the waist down and lie on the table.”

You didn’t move. You couldn’t. What the hell was Valdemar planning on doing to you? Cut you? Sew you up? Because you were distracted one time?! No! Please no! This couldn’t be happening! Not this!

“D-Doctor Valdemar, please, whatever you’re planning… I’m sorry! I’ll work twice as long just-“

You could try to run, but how far would you get? Valdemar was almost supernaturally graceful and quick and if they caught you, there would be Hell to pay.

Valdemar frowned but didn’t otherwise move. They were studying your face as though they were trying to read your thoughts and figure out why you weren’t obeying them.

“Are you afraid I’m going to mutilate your genitals? Really, now. Horny is one problem I can fix, but I can’t help you if you’ve gone stupid as well. If I carve you up, I lose my only capable assistant for days while you recover.”

Valdemar sounded annoyed, but there was the slightest bit of amusement in their tone. And while you desperately did not want to stall further and really anger them, the fear of the unknown medical procedure planned for you kept you frozen in place.

“Please tell me what you’re going to do.”

Your plea was raspy as you fought and failed to hold back tears, but to your great relief, Valdemar didn’t seem any more annoyed with your sniveling. It was the same impassive face they wore when a patient pleaded to save a limb from amputation. Just a minor irritation.

“Hysterical paroxysm.”

“What?!”

Then, to your great perplexity, Valdemar grinned. Not the sharped tooth grin that accompanied the arrive of more corpses for autopsy but a closed lipped grin like…they were trying to comfort you? What was happening?

“Hysteria. A most amusing theory, but further proof that the human mind is incapable of truly grasping medical science. However, in this case? This might be the cure we need. Now then,” Valdemar said, patting the exam table. “Up you go.”

What choice did you have? You could run. If that didn’t change Valdemar’s mind about cutting you up then you’d still lose your residency. You’d never be a doctor then.

And…

This was quite possibly the nicest Valdemar had ever been to anyone. They were the smartest and most capable doctor you knew. You had been chasing their approval since day one and never once had you seen them attempt any sort of bedside manner before. But now they were endeavoring it specifically for you. Squaring your trembling shoulders the best you could, you reached up and under your coat and pulled your pants and panties down with one smooth tug. You shivered as the cool air of the dungeon hit your legs and Valdemar merely watched patiently as you worked off your shoes and folded your pants.

“There’s a good girl,” Valdemar cooed as you laid down on the table. The praise had to have been meant to mock you, but as they almost gently assisted you with putting your legs in the stirrups, you weren’t sure of anything anymore. Valdemar had cracked ribs and dislocated ankles while strapping patients into restraints before. Was this really happening?

Valdemar opened a few buttons on the bottom of your lab coat and flipped each side outward, exposing you completely. The doctor never was one to waste time with a privacy blanket.

“No wonder I’m having problems with you,” they said as they ghosted a single digit down your slit, making you shiver. “Your little cunt is so engorged that there’s no blood left for your brain.”

They spoke with an almost bored air of professionalism, like they were examining a mole and not about to finger fuck you to orgasm. As horribly embarrassed as you were, prone in front of your boss like this, you risked a quick glace downwards. You only saw the crisp white dressing wrapped around the doctor’s head as they gave you a thorough visual examination, staring intently at your vulva as they softly spread and stretched you lips.  You bit back a whine. How were you supposed to work for them after this? You’d never be able to look them in the eye again.

“Now then,” the doctor said, standing to their full height. “Let’s commence treatment.”

Two long, hard fingers that felt more like a medical instrument than a part of someone’s hand entered you swiftly. The cold rubber of the glove made you gasp and your nipples hardened under you clothing.

Valdemar didn’t move like you had expected them to and instead called your name. Reluctantly and with a great deal of mortification, you met their gaze while you were being penetrated. They stared at you, unblinking, their razor blade smile finally back on their face.

“Do feel free to make noise. It will help me speed the treatment along.”

Your head fell back as they began, their cool fingers almost scrapping at your walls as their thumb made a perfunctory back and forth motion against your clitoris. It was as sterile and unerotic as something like this was possibly capable of being. But, somehow, it was doing the trick. You could feel yourself heating up against the cool air. Despite your humiliation, your boss was actually going to make you cum.

Despite? Or because of?

Valdemar was deathly silent now and, even with your eyes being snapped shut, you could feel their gaze on your face with needle like focus. Their movements didn’t change in the slightest, almost like they were using a machine.

And yet…

You were beginning to squirm and twitch under their ministrations. You balled your fists against the cold metal of the exam table and let the first of several heady moans escape you lips. You were really going to cum on your weird boss’s fingers on a table you were going to have to see every day you worked.

That thought was your undoing.

As you bit back a squeal and your back arched off the table, Valdemar continued moving their fingers until your contractions stopped and you tried to pull away from them. Then their touch was gone completely. You allowed yourself a moment to catch your breath. Despite the horribly bizarre nature of it all, it had been a good orgasm. However, the light, warm feeling fled you faster than it usually did. Most likely it was from the stirrups and exam table and lack of a soft, warm bed or the loving caress of a partner. Your high extinguished, you wanted nothing more than to get dressed, but you didn’t have the doctor’s permission. You propped yourself up enough to see Valdemar, who was now standing a few feet to your right next to a torch. Holding their fingers up to the light, they were scissoring their two fingers back and forth, studying your cervical mucus as it stretched. A hot wave of embarrassment sent you back down.

“D-Doctor? May I get dressed now?”

You looked when they didn’t answer right away and you watched with shame as they scraped your discharge off their fingers and into a vial.

“Yes. The treatment is over now.”

Your legs cramped slightly as you removed them and stood up and your toes tingled as blood finally reached them again. That discomfort was nothing compared to the aching empty that had suddenly taken over your chest. No, you hadn’t exactly had a long-term partner before and your lovers were few and far between since most people didn’t understand the long hours of a medical student, but you hadn’t been into casual encounters either. There had been cuddling and pillow talk with them and now, as you pulled your pants up in silence, you felt ashamed and used. Obviously, Valdemar wasn’t interested in romantic entanglements, that much you’d bet any amount of money on, but had this just been some weird power trip? Or an experiment? You were grateful it hadn’t involved the removal of any of your organs like most of the doctor’s experiments, but it did nothing to stop the sob that rose in your throat.

You froze. There was no way Valdemar hadn’t heard you. They had been incredibly accommodating with you this entire time, but no doubt your crying would anger them finally. Your luck had to run out eventually. You didn’t look up as they moved towards you, their heels clicking on the stone floor.

“I’m sorr-“

Your apology was cute off when their hand grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at them. Their grip wasn’t painful, but the indifference in their eyes as they studied your face knocked the wind out of you like a fist.

“I’m so sorr-“

“Oxytocin.”

“What?”

“Oxytocin. Dreadful little chemical. But it’s always so fascinating how humans are such slaves to their hormones. In the end, what are humans but machines powered by chemicals and electrical currents?”

You shivered at their voice. That odd, detached way they spoke about humans as though they themselves were not one was also so unsettling, even if you were usually able to ignore it.

What happened next, however, was the weirdest thing to happen in all your time working under the doctor. Stiffly, and with no affection, Valdemar leaned forward and pressed their lips to your forehead. They did not pucker and they made no effort to actually kiss you, but their thin, cool lips against you was probably the closest they had ever gotten to it. It was the equivalent of pressing a lizard’s face against you for a few seconds, but it stopped your tears immediately.

“That will be sufficient comfort for you, I hope?”

“Yes, Doctor,” you replied, your voice soft with incredulousness. There was no way that had actually happened. All of this was some incredibly messed up dream. Clearly, you had been working too hard and were stressed.

“Good. Now, take your lunch hour and collect yourself. Be back here on time and set up the diaphanization chemicals. Don’t make me wait.”

“Yes, Doctor.”

Unsure of how to carry yourself, you half bowed, half curtsied before turning to ascend the stairs. Hopefully an hour would be enough time to process the last ten or so minutes. It probably wouldn’t be, but at least you were being given any time at all.

Before your foot had even hit the first step, you felt those long, thin fingers wrap tightly around your hips. You froze and your breath hitched in your throat.

“One last thing before you go,” Valdemar said softly, their breath tickling your ear as they spoke. “Do be sure to let me know if you start feeling distracted again. I need to take care of my favorite subject.”

[gdrawsthings]

Irrational (ValdemarxReader one shot)

Rating: Teens+

Pairing: ValdemarxReader, slight JulianxReader

Warnings: mentions of gore

[[Drabble for a potential route in which Valdemar and the Apprentice were in love before the Plague]]

———

Valdemar hates doctor No. 069. They hate him with all their being. They hate him more than the idea of never being able to do their job ever again, of their hands being chopped off never to hold a scalpel again. They’re not sure why, or how, but, somehow, there’s just something about Julian Devorak that drives them out of their mind every time they catch a flicker of his red locks swiftly moving in the shadows or they meet his eyes in the dark.

They’re not the type to hate. Usually. They’re mostly indifferent to people - well, define “people”, Valdemar will tell you. If they’re the immobile victim strapped to their operating table, they will be the most interesting thing to look at in the entire universe as long as Valdemar’s hands are inside their entrails. But, as it would seem in Doctor Devorak’s case, there is always an exception to the rule. In Doctor Devorak’s case, Valdemar finds themself actively wishing he was dead.

They wish he was the next one they get to cut like a fish on the operating table. And it probably wouldn’t even matter if he was actually dead. Sometimes they like to imagine that he is still alive, not sedated, not anesthesized, imprisoned by ropes way too tight for his wrists, completely immobilized and screeching like a beast while they operate on his open, bleeding body; Valdemar feels a rush of pleasure run through their veins at the mental image of his terrified screams of anguish, such a sweet sounding cacophony to their ears for as long as he doesn’t pass out. They fantasize about cutting his lids off, so that he is forced to look at the face of his torturer while they hold the knife closer and closer to his pupils, until he gets only one breath away from madness. That’s the extent of Valdemar’s hate for him.

Since Doctor No. 069 has returned to Vesuvia, Valdemar has spent their days in the lab, daydreaming and waiting for the moment they will finally get their hands on him and experiment the hell out of his defenseless body. But in all of this daydreaming, their scientific side cannot ignore the one question that naturally comes to their mind.

Why do I want him to suffer so badly? Why him in particular?

It’s an irrational thought and an irrational urge, Valdemar knows that. There’s nothing the forgettable and useless medical assistant Julian Devorak could have done to trigger such a violent rage within them, not that they can remember at least. And yet, when they’re leaving the trial after briefly hearing him argue with you, the mysterious magician, over his innocence, in that moment more than ever they can’t help but desire for him to be ultimately declared guilty and hanged, and it’s just so easy and liberating for Valdemar to decide to leave the trial mid-testimony and go prepare the dissection table, euphoric while they wait to be the one to personally make sure doctor Devorak’s eyes will never see the light of the sun again, that the last warmth leaves his corpse from right under their crimson, joyful stare, as the smell of his fresh blood fills the air.

Sure enough, there’s nothing about Doctor Devorak that they like. But that could be said of just about anyone, if they are still breathing and awake. So then, again, why him in particular? Why the boiling need to see him hanging with their own two eyes? Why the tremor in their fingers whenever they see him parting his lips to talk with you?

If they try to rationalize it, they would describe it as the feeling that something they can’t understand is missing. The invisible last piece of a puzzle Valdemar didn’t even know they were playing with.

Something missing...

... You. The amnesiac magician’s apprentice with no defined powers nor a familiar; nor memories of anything before three years ago. When they think about it, even Valdemar can’t remember if they knew you before that time or not. That’s weird, given the pride they take in their exceptional memory. Now that they reflect about you, you’re even more of an anomaly than Doctor Devorak is.

They think back to the time the two of you had personally met. It was in front of the gate of the lift to the laboratory. Valdemar wonders if it even meant anything when they had felt a sudden sting of pain in their stomach upon seeing you in their close proximity. Still, wearing that malicious smile they always wear, they had shrugged and brushed it off as mere excitement. An anomaly is always terribly interesting to study and experiment on, after all. Yes, that was certainly the reason.

They also brushed it off when they realized they didn’t really need to use their hands to approximate the measurements of your body. Either they were extremely observant or they had some sort of previous knowledge of it, and Valdemar was inclined to think the latter couldn’t possibly make any sense.

How odd indeed...

When Valdemar’s fingers had grazed the sides of your face, the uncanny sense of familiarity - or maybe déja-vu? - still strong as they put your mask on, they noticed that, even through their gloves, your skin had felt so warm. They had found themself lingering there for a few seconds longer than strictly necessary.

A feeling of something missing... what was Valdemar missing?

What was it?

After you’d left, the pain in their stomach had returned, stronger than before.

It’s clearly unrelated. I’m looking too much into this, they tell themself, and since whatever is missing cannot be found, they can pretend they’re being honest with themself.

———

Valdemar doesn’t understand why they hate Julian Devorak so much. And they don’t understand the reason behind their feeling like they’ve known you in another life. Where there should be clarity, empty silhouettes are there instead, creating surreal shadows on the walls of the halls inside their mind.

All they know is that they loathe the way Julian looks at you, how his expression changes from seriousness to pure love and his features soften whenever he is in your presence. That they hate it so much and that he doesn’t deserve to feel that way about you, and that he never will.

They know there must be a meaning behind all this, behind this... this longing, behind this pain.

But they will never, never admit they are in despair.