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Bound. For... Science. [Request]

Pairing : Quaestor Valdemar x gn! reader

Fandom : The Arcana visual novel

Warnings : brief depiction of scientific stuff ; fluff

Summary : Could you have imagined that the scary and mysterious Quaestor Valdemar would become the person you see on a daily basis? Probably not. You even have a surprise for them...

They didn't pay much attention to you at first. Nor did you pay much attention to them. If you were honest with yourself, you probably couldn't have seen it coming. Once they started looking into your general direction however, you couldn't be any more nervous. You can't exactly remember how or when it started, but they had crept up on you so many times that you couldn't keep count anymore. Good thing your heart wasn't too jumpy (to their greatest disappointment).

You were minding your own business in the library, devouring a tome written by probably your favorite scientist : the genius who is Wilfried Magnes, an eminent biologist who had just published the third part of his theory on the evolution of species, this volume being dedicated to camouflages. You were so absorbed by the author's words that Valdemar had to clear their throat to get your attention. Your head whipped around at the sound, and you let out a relieved sigh. You were about to speak but they interrupted you : "Come. I would like to show you something..." and with that, they tugged three books out of the library's bookshelf, opening a secret passage. Your eyes widened as they grinned. Oh they were going to have fun scaring the sweet heavens out of you. You reluctantly closed your book, tucked it under your arm and went down with them.

You'd half expected the elevator to just give up and drive you both down to your respective deaths, but it seemed to be holding itself together. And that is the days you reached Valdemar's dungeons. They looked... Undeniably giddy. It was fun to scare mortals after all. And well... You didn't feel... the best. You hesitantly followed them, the strong smell of blood and iron hitting your nostrils, making your nose scrunch and a discreet cough escape you. And they seemed unfazed, inhaling the dungeon's scent blissfully. The more steps you took forward, the less you were sure you'd come out of this alive. You two then reached the main hall, operation tables lined across the walls and seemingly frozen in time since the last time they were used. Your eyebrows knitted in worry, your gaze falling onto Valdemar who had a wide, sharp-toothy grin on full display. "This-" they gestured around "-is *my* haven. The heart of all my works, where lies the remains of the most unspeakable procedures one can think of. Feast your eyes, maybe this is, who knows... the last thing you'll see~" your heart thumped violently against your ribs, and your eyes couldn't look away from- oh, what was that?

Your gaze landed on something behind them, in the faint distance : a shelf, upon which rested various things, but it is the white spot that caught your attention. You gasped, and it is as if all your fears... vanished. Wiped out in a snap of fingers. You excitedly walked over to the shelf, put your book aside, and took the human skull in your hands. "Gods, that's a beautiful specimen!" you exclaimed "how did you manage to extract it- i-it's in perfect condition ! what did you use to clean it? no don't tell me- let me guess- uh hydrogen peroxide* ? or did you clean it by hand?? Who- no wait ; I think it's... it's definitely a man's, and I'd say in their... in their 40's? something? did you-" you interrupted yourself with another gasp as you spotted the wet specimen of a heart sitting on the shelf. You carefully put the skull down "wait wait wait- you do not have a heart contaminated by a dark magical parasite- you do !!! How did you even get your hands on that ?? How did you remove it without getting- no way, you have- NO, stop it-" then your hands reached for a small closed test tube "you do not have a sample of a necromancer's magical decay !!! Where the hell do you even go to get that ?!" you gasped and picked up and examined specimen after specimen, object after object, rambling aloud. Valdemar could only watch with utter confusion as you rummaged excitedly through the shelf, all giddy. But soon, they grinned ; they seemed genuinely excited at the idea of explaining each and every single procedure they went through for each item, and so they went to stand by your side as they started rambling themselves. Your excitement was contagious - mainly because they didn't exactly have anyone else to share their passion with. And so when they started to go on about every recent experiment they'd done you clasped your hands together, looked them in the eyes, and said, determined : "teach me."

And that's when you became Quaestor Valdemar's apprentice. You two would spend most of your time in the dungeons, and at times you would giggle excitedly when performing a dissection with them, or when you found something exciting. Ah, science. Wonderful science. The word got around eventually, when people saw you practically live at the Palace and with your very own labcoat, gloves and apron. Countess Nadia eventually gave you one of the guest rooms to reside in, and that's basically when your new life began. At times, you would conduct experiments of your own in your basement. You did it before you'd met Valdemar, but now that you had a person to show your work to, one can say you'd become productive. You had obviously endlessly rambled about Magnes' theories of evolution to them, and they happily reflected upon it with you. The Quaestor had even brought up a few names they knew, and well, despite being somewhat outdated (and for some proven wrong and so put a little on the side in scientific history), and when I mean outdated I do mean dating at least a millenia back, you had heard of or read about some. Sometimes you would pester them with tons of questions about the scientific breakthroughs and theories of their own epoch, and they did reluctantly reply to some of them, despite your unquenchable thirst for every piece of knowledge you could get your hands on (the mind of a great scientist).

You loved the time you spent with them. But there was one thing you were particularly excited about... You hadn't told them yet. You'd simply mentioned how it would be nice to go for a simple walk in the streets of Vesuvia, enjoy the sunlight and the fresh air -because as much as you liked the dungeons and your basement, you didn't exactly appreciate the smell down there, unlike them- and to your surprise, they'd agreed. You'd reserved your places in advance, thankfully, because you knew that despite being relatively niche still, it was nonetheless booked by all the other scientists of the city. And of neighboring cities. And countries. Now that you thought about it- the scientific field was a rather closed circle, but people really came from everywhere. Anyways. As D-day approached, you couldn't help but feel both excited and anxious. Valdemar seemed to have noticed : you were talking a lot faster than usual, and your movements were a bit less organized than they usually were. You'd always dismissed it, saying it was only 'seasonal'. Not sure how you could prove that to them, but they didn't question you further. When the day finally came, you were absolutely restless. You laid there in your bed, it was probably... 3 AM. And you were successively falling asleep and waking up by periods of thirty minutes. Gods, this was torture... You tried tiring your eyes by reading Magnes, and... It worked, actually. You sighed as you finally managed to sleep through a few more hours before sunrise.

But once you did wake up for good... Oh you were worse than a grasshoper. You couldn't even focus on the experiment with Valdemar- you couldn't even stay sitting for more than two seconds. When the clock struck noon, you agitated even more, insisting that you and them go on that walk in Vesuvia NOW. They initially resisted, but their patience ran thinner and thinner with your insistence. "fine, FINE ! We'll go on that stupid walk!" they said, irritated. If you were honest with yourself, you would've dragged them by the horns if they'd continued to refuse. They sighed, annoyed, as you gripped their arm and pulled them out of the dungeon. Valdemar knew something was up. No human -especially not you- was so excited about a walk in the streets. You were definitely up to something, and they didn't like the fact that they didn't know what it was. But your (nearly feral) eagerness did ease a bit of their concern : it was entertaining to see you so jumpy. You'd not talked about anything scientific on the way to your... surprise. You were afraid that you might accidentally spill the beans. And you wanted it to remain the most surprise it could be. You both walked the busy streets of Vesuvia, the sun hitting your labcoats, reminding you that they were actually a clear color, nearly white, making you squint your eyes every time you glanced at Valdemar. Now that they thought about it... They weren't exactly used to the outdoors. They haven't been recently, anyway. It was nice to feel the warm sun on the skin of their face again... They allowed themselves a small smile behind their mask.

After what felt like endless turns, you smiled with undeniable joy as you both reached your destination. You walked a few steps ahead of them and cheerfully announced : "Tadaaa ! Welcome to the Third Edition of Vesuvia's annual Scientific Exhibition !!", with a wide and toothy smile. Valdemar's eyes widened slightly. They'd never heard of this event before... They looked at the building which hosted it, and the crowd of what were definitely scientists -or at least curious souls- lined up at the entrance, the sun hitting the bright red of the laid out carpet and the banners on the walls, embroided with the event's symbol. You excitedly waited for their reaction. They smiled and looked back at you "ooh, so that's what you were all jumpy about..." you chuckled, slightly embarrassed "I really wanted it to be a surprise..." you said sheepishly. They hummed : "well, that is definitely a pleasant surprise... Shall we go in?" You nodded eagerly as you went to wait in line with them. They struck conversation as you both waited :

"What does... what happens there, if I may ask?

-Well, it is an event that allows scientists of all backgrounds to come and show off either their discoveries or their handiwork. There are also often books and manuals being sold, as well as materials and products -ouh, I could definitely use a few brand new scalpels- but there can also be specimens. Last year I've seen reconstruction of animal skeletons, things like that.

-My, that is most interesting... *they replied, their eyes sparkling with interest* I do hope this will be a fruitful experience.

-Oh, it most definitely will!

-How come I have not been informed of such event? You said it was annual?

-Well, it's still very niche, and not many people outside the scientific field know about it.

-But the Countess must've known, no? Third edition- meaning this is the third year they're doing this. Ooh, or maybe it was put on hold during the years of the Plague... Meaning it was Lucio who-... Hm. He most definitely wouldn't have told me. He must've said yes for the event to be hosted without even giving it proper attention. Tsk.

*you chuckled*

-Well, now we're here, and I'm pretty sure the Countess will give the exhibition a bit more care and attention from now on..."

You both arrived at the reception, and the man behind the desk looked up to both of you "Ah, greetings, Misters.. Misses...?"

"Doctor." you both replied at the same time, on a nearly identical tone. The receptionist raised an eyebrow and blinked, before reading over his list "hm.. Ah yes ! I do have two Doctors : Dr. Y/N and Dr. Valdemar?" you beamed "that is us!" the receptionist nodded and handed you a quill "I'm just going to need you both yo sign here..." and you both did. The man bid you a good visit and you both walked into the building, excited to see what would the exhibition hold for your curious eyes. Valdemar had noticed the little paper at the entrance, and decided to tease you about it : "You didn't take the couple's discount?" you briefly froze in your tracks and stammered "wh- uhm I didnt- I ju- uh... Should I have?" They laughed "No, I just thought maybe you could've spared a little bit of money... Those places were expensive, no?" your cheeks reddened and you frowned "don't worry about that- Let us enjoy science!!" They nodded and followed you through the building.

And the event did NOT disappoint. You went from person to person, lingering on some more interesting than others. you bought supplies, both for the dungeons and for your own little experiments at home, and you and Valdemar spent a copious amount of time with a surgeon, Dr. Milestone, who had successfully extracted a whole human nervous system, which was on full display under a glass protection for you to admire. Both of you swarmed him with questions, undoubtedly interested. Maybe you had even... Intimidated him somewhat. If it weren't for the exhibition's most interesting part, you would probably have spent a lot more time with him. You both walked into a separate room, which was basically a small amphitheater, and when you sat down, an auction began. There were various specimens -live or dead- being sold, but you hadn't managed to get your hands on any, despite the juicy offer of an amnesic brain and two hundred coins for a complete collection of the tools of the late scientist Oscar McArthy, a reference in the world of science... But that was a very little loss compared to the amazing afternoon you spent with Quaestor Valdemar. And they seemed to be thinking the same thing. However, around 5PM, you'd lost them in the crowd. Unable to catch a glimpse of them, you went and waited by the entrance, thinking it would be the most logical thing to do. They appeared again around half an hour later, and before you could scold them, they apologized, and you weren't so upset anymore.

Eventually, you both returned to the Palace around the evening. You didn't head straight for the dungeons however... Your legs felt weak and all the excitement, all the attention and focus you gave the exhibition had drained you. You let yourself slump down onto the couch of one of the drawing rooms with a groan, already feeling your eyelids begin to weight and threaten to close. Valdemar only chuckled at the sight "Can I at least sit down, too?" you briefly sat up "oh- yes, sure.. sorry" and made room for them. But as soon as they sat down, they grabbed a pillow, placed it on their lap and patted it gently. Your eyes widened at the invitation, and before you could wonder why they'd even done that, they said : "it's the least I can do for such a wonderful afternoon.". You didn't need to be told twice. Your head slumped down on the pillow on their lap and your eyes closed with a comfortable sigh.

It's not before they were sure that you were knocked out asleep that they started gently running their fingers through your hair...

*nota bene : I am in no way a scientist, so I may give inaccurate depictions of certain elements in the story.

Bonus !!______________________________

The following day, around breakfast, Valdemar came up to you : "I didn't have time to give you that yesterday - you were pretty tired." they handed you your copy of Magnes' theory on camouflage and you raised an eyebrow "what do you mean? I hadn't lost it..." you opened it and your eyes nearly popped out of your sockets- there, on the first page, was a handwritten dedication :

"Y/N, may your thirst for science and knowledge never quench"

-W. Magnes

"you.... when did you ...?" your voice squeaked as you stood up from your seat. Valdemar only smiled smugly. "He was surrounded by quite the crowd... We didn't even notice him, near the auction room. But I did manage to capture his attention briefly." You didn't even question how they'd gotten the book -since you were pretty sure you'd left it at the Palace- or the fact you missed the chance to see your favorite scientist, you were nearly crying, this was just so sweet of them to do-

You nearly knocked them off their feet with the force of your hug "oooowhhh, Valdemar !!" you squeaked out "there there, it's nothing." they said, patting your back, seemingly amused "I could kiss you-" you said. "ah- maybe not for such a futile favor?" the replied, a little embarrassed. You didn't care, but if they didn't want to be kissed, you wouldn't kiss. But you wouldn't let go of them either.

"Y/N, will you let me go now, it's roughly been three hours-"

#you did not let go of them #the arcana #the arcana game #quaestor valdemar #the arcana courtiers #the arcana valdemar #the arcana visual novel #valdemar #valdemar x reader #ask #fanfic #there u go anon!! #hope u enjoyed #yes I completely invented the scientists' names shhhh #I wasn't exactly inspired for the title hmm #is that what the whole 'hyperfixation' thing is like? is that what people mean when they say that? #I had fun with this one hehe

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Quaestor Valdemar x Bismuth (OC) - The Feeling's Mutual

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Commission by @silversnape ! Forgot to post and got sick so it's only just now getting posted but glad you enjoyed it fren! :) If anyone else wants to commission my rules are on my page and my DMS are definitely open to it!

Word count: 6,888

Genre: Innocent, fluffy, maybe a lil gorey or horror induced

Enjoy!

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There's a graveyard located deep in the forest. Of course it was best to keep it from the palace grounds, for it was a dark little reminder of the past in Versuvia that was hidden amongst overgrown foliage. Quaestor Valdemar hadn't spoken much on it, what was there to say anyway? The land was full to the brim with the dead, headstones far out of reach. Bismuth, the apprentice to the physician, had grown a curiosity for it though it wasn't surprising for her to do so with her because of her natural sense of curiosity. Even if Valdemar hadn't said anything about it themselves the woman had been reading, there weren't many stories on the ancient land but she was able to find a few things.

To start of the land was filled with the dead as stated before, those who lost their lives to the great red plague that ruled over the lands. Bismuth had heard the tales of it from various mouths, people who had lost loved ones during those times or who were descendants of such and even more from Valdemar themselves who seemed to…enjoy talking about such a dark time. That wasn't new though of course it's not like the Quaestor grew eager to talk about anything else but the death toll that occurred back then.

Even so, they could talk about the plague all day she was sure but still…they hadn't said anything on the graveyard itself.

Valdemar suddenly snaps their fingers on front of bright eyes, Bismuth blinks at the action. She had zoned out, the graveyard has been on her mind for a while now. Probably more than it should be. Natural curiosity of a cat, hopefully it wouldn't get her killed.

"Assistant? Bismuth?…Are you even listening?" They question, voice smooth but there's some firmness and a light sigh that leaves them as they eye her, hovering close to her as if examining her gaze. The hand in her face is covered in sticky blood, they lower it to grab a rag that sits beside them, freeing their other hand from the corpse in front of them laying on the table. A man who had died of some sort of liver damage…Valdemar wipes their gloves clean before turning and looking at her once more, eyebrows furrowing a little.

"I'll say it again. Did you even hear a thing I said? How are you supposed to take notes when you can't even focus on what I'm saying?" They huff lightly but it's clear that their tone with her isn't as harsh and cold as it could be, one could say that they were rather nice to her compared to many others. Usually actions like this would set them off, make them glare and tsk in annoyance but they almost seem to have an uncharacteristic…patience with her.

"Mind informing me of whatever could be on your mind at a time like this? Weren't you the one who suggested helping me tonight?" They inquired as they set the now bloody cloth back to the side before crossing their arms over their back. Bismuth looks up at them with surprise before slowly looking down at her feet, heart pumping in her chest just having them look at her. As curious as she was for the graveyard she had to avoid their gaze for a moment for she might end up flushing. She was infatuated with the other, whether they knew or not and usually a scenario where they were focus on her was like a dream but right now it seemed like she was before scolded which put a light frown on her lips.

She looks from her shoes and uniform back to the dead man on the table, his skin is pale as his torso lays wide open for all to see. There's tools on the side, a surgical knife, tweasers, a scalpel… her gaze stays on her for a moment before she looks back up at her superior who seems to still be waiting patiently for a reply, lightly lifting a brow.

"I've…been thinking about the graveyard in the forest." She finally admits slower than she usually would and Valdemar looks at her in slight suspension as she starts that sentence off just for their eyes to widen as she finishes. It's almost as if they didn't expect that answer from her, at all, and maybe they didn't but why did they almost seem spooked by her words? It's silent for a moment, unexpectedly silent, and Bismuth can't help but feel herself grow anxious. She must've said something wrong. There's a moment where she begins to regret saying anything but it's not like the woman would hold information from them if they asked because she followed them and admired them greatly. There was no way she could lie so easily to them. However, their silence makes her feel like she shouldn't have opened her mouth at all. She can feel herself begin to shake a little, the idea of them being angry getting to her for that was just not something she could handle.

She jumps when a gloved hand seems to snake its way under her chin. She twitched at the touch but Valdemar doesn't take that as a reason to pull away as they carefully cup her chin, firm but not enough to bruise or cause pain.

"Why would something like that be on your mind? How did you even find out about that place? No.." they speak, eerily persistent before shaking their head a little as if that wasn't the way they seen themselves starting their response.

"That place is not safe. Thinking about it like you are must mean you're curious in it…I don't know what that brain of yours is thinking but you don't plan to go find it for yourself do you?" They contested. They were in her face now, still holding her chin but leaned in close. Tone hard and gaze unyielding as they looked at her and made her look at them. Their hand pressed slightly harder as her eyes widened before her lip started to quiver a little, it didn't hurt it's not like they were digging their nails in or pressed harshly on her cheeks, they're hold was firm but gentle almost like leading a small animal to look and focus on them.

Bismuth could feel her eyes watering, she couldn't help but feel troubled or that she was being trouble for them. She suddenly felt a little bad within herself, over thinking. She did come to help them because that's what she loved, being under them and around them…close enough to touch them but now they were upset with her, looking at her with such a gaze even if their hand felt surprisingly warmer than they usually were on her cheeks.

Valdemar's gaze seems to soften even just a little, they make a motion of shaking her head softly from side to side. It lightens the mood even just a little, especially when they push up her cheeks and make her pout and pucker her lips. They huff softly before letting her free a second after.

"I'm not angry with you Bismuth, just don't go out there and that is a warning." They advised while turning away from her to walk over to a counter.

"I..heard about it at the market. I was just wondering and all. When we…work on things together like the bodies of the living it's only natural for me to wonder where they go when we're done with them. You…don't let me come with you when you take them away." She spoke feebly, at the time of doing so the Quaestor had picked up a body bag. It was black, easy to be ignored or confused for a shadow if spotted in the woods. She watched them and their tall lean figure as they did so and noticed when they seemed to pause at her words, calculating them in their brilliant brain.

"You…want to come with me?" They asked as if perplexed and she nodded almost as if shy.

"Yes." She confirms politely.

They seem to think about it, brows knitting together a little as if thinking of the consequences of this action if they agreed. She has been working with them for a while now, long and diligently too… She always did what she was told with no talk back and little failure, enough so that Valdemar themselves had placed a certain level of importance on her. They eventually breathe in deep through their nose and out through their mouth, collecting themselves and their various thoughts before walking over to the lifeless body and the woman.

"Fine, I feel as though I can trust you… just don't touch anything and don't venture off. Do you understand Bismuth?" They spoke carefully as they pulled open the body bag waiting for her response even though they were positive that they already knew what she would say. As they led the body into the bag and eventually zipped it up they glanced at her from the corner of their eyes to see…a sparkle could be found in those dark eyes of hers.

With eyes like hers they could be seen as nothing but plain to some though it was easy to see… that not many people held eyes like her's. Sometimes they'd twinkle when they called her name, even more so when she had earned some praise. Inky blackness seemed like a spiraling galaxy at times, at least when Valdemar was in the picture.

They looked away after a moment, moving their hands to grasp the body bag and haul the contents over their shoulder. Honestly, for how lean they were, they were quite strong…

"Y-yes!" She answered, a look of determination now forming on that cute little face of hers as she agreed to their terms.

"Well come on. Don't get lost." They emphasized before turning away and leading the way to the dungeons exit. She eagerly followed like a puppy and they found themselves chuckling softly at it, how she had gone from that pout from earlier to such a sweet smile.

It was a bit of a walk to get there but with each step they made Bismuth could feel the energy that flowed from the forest. It was like a tingle running over her skin or an unintelligible whisper in her ears. She had grown rather anxious during their little adventure together, even going far enough to be right on Valdemar's heels though they didn't seem to mind. At least she was staying by their side like they told her to.

The full moon was out, the smell of dirt and rain laced the air. From Valdemar's perspective they walked with a sternness, they knew where they were going unlike their subordinate. Their walk hadn't contained much talking at first, mostly the crunches of leaves under their feet or the screeching of crickets took up the silence. It was only when they weren't too far when Valdemar eventually spoke, breaking the silence but not without the woman walking beside them jumping as if shocked to hear of them after all this time. Valdemar grinned, a toothy grin that was just a bit wider than usual as if they found it funny to see the woman practically shaking in her boots.

"Apologies, I didn't mean to spook you." They hummed looking down at her before looking ahead again, eyes glowing bright in the darkness. In their free hand they held a lantern to help the woman beside them, just because they could see in the conditions of the night didn't mean that she could as well.

"I just wanted to say that for someone who was so curious you're shaking like a leaf. One would one I dragged you out here if you keep scrunching your eyebrows and looking around like that." They pointed out but there was a playful edge to their tone as if trying to help the woman calm down. It seemed to work as she turned her head to them quickly, cheeks brightly flushing at their teasing. When her mouth fell open as if to say something back they lifted a brow, smug smirk on their lips.

"Please don't tease me Quaestor…" she huffs softly turning her gaze away but not without them noticing the light flush on her cheeks. They chuckled but left her be for the time being.

It's a bit chilly out tonight, nothing that would stop the Quaestor themselves but Bismuth rubbed at her arms for more warmth. Valdemar led the way, their tall figure finding a trail and walking along it. The gates of the graveyard were rusted, the doors stuck in place and wide open almost as if welcoming them but Bismuth shivered just looking at it. It wasn't as if she didn't expect it to be somewhat like this but the eerie feeling in the air felt too heavy even with someone like the Quaestor being there to guide her.

Her stomach churned as her onyx gaze trailed over the land, headstones poking out for what seemed to be far far away as if there wasn't an ending. She briefly covered her eyes, mind getting jumbled for a moment as she tried to calm her nerves but then the sound of metal clinging against metal had made her jerk. Snapping out of her thoughts. Her gaze moved to Valdemar who had sat the lantern down for a moment, a shovel now in their free hand which had been leaning against the rusted gate with one other.

"Are you okay assistant?" They asked but their tone was less playful than before as they almost seemed to look at her…in worry. She flushed at the expression, that frown pulled at their lips felt homey. Bismuth nods quickly this time, waving a hand dismissely while still holding herself with the other.

"I-im fine. Just a bit cold out here tonight considering how warm it was earlier." She replied now lightly shrugging. Valdemar hummed at the reply but eventually nodded before looking down at the lantern next to their foot.

"Look, come here. The sooner we get this done the sooner we'll be able to return to the palace. The rain must've caused a cold front. Take the lantern and follow me, you'll be the light." They instructed and obediently the woman approached and carefully plucked the lantern off the ground. They nodded and from there on continued by passing through the fence.

There was a heavy fog in the graveyard, the heads of tombs only became harder and harder to recognize as the two of them went deeper and the crickets who chirped so loudly before had suddenly fallen silent. Valdemar walked with ease and poise, they've been across these lands many times before that at first they didn't realize Bismuth had fallen a bit behind. For her, these lands almost seemed like anything could jump out and grab her at any given moment. She trembled now but not because of the cool weather this time.

"Bismuth?" Their voice rang out through the still air. She quickly turned, they were probably about ten or so paces in front of her now, standing out in the field of fog and gravestones. Their magenta eyes looked at her, a slight bit of confusion could be found in their features.

"Are you sure something isn't the matter?" They called out. Just hearing their voice calmed her, surprisingly like a guide through the dark. She came to the conclusion that she didn't like it here as much as she previously thought she would, previously her curiosity of the place had come from the lack of general knowledge on it. Granted graveyards…weren't her favorite though so it should have been expected. Originally she planned to come in the early hours of the day, where the sun could keep her peace of mind safe but the Quaestor had caught her so quickly. So then, when they allowed her to come she practically leapt at the chance to spend more time with them. She hardly thought about her decision at first but once they entered the forest it felt like her heart constricted in her chest and that something…was watching.

She shook her head though even as her heart was racing in her chest and her stomach was churning a bit.

"N-no, just thought I heard something…" she says softly, running her free hand through her long raven hair as she caught up for them and they waited up until she was standing beside them again.

"Something…like what?" They persisted lightly but she didn't mind as they turned forward again and continued walking. From this distance and with this pace of step Bismuth could notice a few things about her superior. She tended to do so often, just a few days ago she noticed they had freckles. A few could be spotted on the space of their neck that didn't get wrapped but most were over their cheeks. She'd grown to like them, quite a bit actually. Right now she was picking up on their scent, a blush coming to her cheeks as her gaze fell to her walking feet.

They smelled of something sweet and gentle like lavender and then something more earthy and homey like sandalwood and it was hard not to notice, it was some of her favorite smells.

"It feels like we're being watched..so, I didn't necessarily hear anything." She spilled without them having to push too hard. They hummed at the response, a little frown seemed to dust their lips for a moment but then they grinned widely, sharp teeth glistening in the moonlight. It was as if they were proud of something.

"Well yes, that would only make sense. We are at a graveyard after all. I feel them as well but they know not to approach me so as long as you keep up you won't be snatched into the void between life and death." They informed, their words chilling.

This graveyard hosted the bodies of those that passed away during the plague, their spirits watched from a distance but with hunger in their eyes just being near a walking, breathing, person. Her flesh reminded them or theirs before they plague tore it off them or melted it away. Now they looked like ghouls, the energy that they carried was heavy. Heavier than anything else Bismuth had ever felt before and to be honest, their phrasing did nothing to ease her this time.

Her face didn't match theirs, she didn't have a wide grin on her lips like they had in theirs. She nodded though, surely they didn't mean too much harm by saying that right?

"I wouldn't let anything happen to you." They spoke lastly as they moved off the pavement to venture into the grass into an open plot. There was already a headstone in the dirt but nothing was on it as Valdemar knelt down to slide the body bag from their shoulder to the ground to rest in the grass. Bismuth had fallen silent, the churning in her stomach had turned back into a wild fluttering.

"Right…" she manages to say softly as she pets her warm cheeks with her free hand. They don't respond immediately this time, taking the shovel in their hands now. She hovers close but they wave her back a little.

"Hold the light." The ordered calmly and she nodded. As they started digging she couldn't help but look around the graveyard again, surveying the area. She couldn't see any faces, not any ghoul like creatures but she could…feel them. A heavy shiver ran up her spine for a split moment. She still felt sick even with them being near, felt as if at any time she'd feel someone breathing down her neck tickling the strands of hair there. She shifted on her feet as the Quaestor kept digging, they were a little over a foot deep now, eyes focused on the goal. She watched as they went further and by the time that they dug enough for just their headdress to be seeable Bismuth was shivering again.

Her dark eyes glanced around again, first time quickly, darting from corner to corner now, checking her surroundings continuously but being sloppy with the task as well since she feared that she'd actually see something this time. It was when her eyes looked at the body bag next to the large hole that she froze. For the splittest of moments it seemed like it had moved and she squeaked and jumped at the very thought. She was spooked, the longer she stood here with this light the more she felt like she was drawing moths in. They circled her, the sound of fluttering wings in her ears loud and overstimulating.

"What is it now Bismuth?" Valdemar called out again, this time peeking their head up from the hole to look at the woman. If it wasn't the fact that the woman was practically scared shitless she probably would have found their position a little humorous for it distantly reminded her of a gopher sticking its head out of the dirt. No, she trembled and upon seeing her Valdemar lifted a brow. Surely it was her own fear at this point, nothing had come for her all night and yet she was this frightened.

"I..uh…" she stuttered and they sighed. If they could guarantee that she was strong enough they'd suggest switching spots. No way that could happen, she'd take too long in that state and it's not like they wanted to give her that much work anyway.

"It won't be too long now if that helps ease you. With how scared you seem I can count on the fact that you'll never come here alone right?" They chuckled while going back to work looking back to the hole as they dug the shovel in again but the woman let out a much smaller laugh, rubbing her arm with her free hand again. This was probably why Valdemar didn't bring her along with them to begin with until today, this seemed like only a place they could thrive in. They didn't seem fearful or nervous at all to be here, they almost seemed to blend right in and that made the woman feel a little embarrassed… She was an adult and yet she shook like a young child right now who was scared the Boogeyman would get her. Maybe she was just overreacting…even if she felt sick to her stomach.

"Yes, I don't think I could be caught dead here." She replied without much thought and for a moment complete silence settled between them before Valdemar snorted, then they let out a roar of laughter. They cackled as if she meant to tell that joke, as if they'd slap their knee at any given time. They curled in on themselves, using the handle of the shovel for support as their wicked laughter filled the air.

Usually people would be unnerved by this but Valdemar had a nice tone of laughter, Bismuth noticed even if she had jerked upon it first coming out. It felt like they hadn't laughed like that in a long time and even if Bismuth was a little confused she felt warm hearing it. Knowing that she was the source of such made her cheeks flush and for a moment she felt a soft smile beginning to form on her lips as they let it all out.

That was until a hand, cold and clammy, slapped over her mouth with harsh pressure. It held an iron grip on her as shock surged through her entire being from the top of her head to the soles of her feet. Suddenly that warmth she felt shattered into an icy feeling of wriggling worms in her gut as the lantern fell from her hand, knocking the lit flame out and enveloping the area in the darkness once more.

When Valdemar eventually calmed themselves they hummed in content.

"Bismuth I didn't know you were a comedian-" they began to praise the little woman but froze when they realized how dark it had gotten so suddenly. Immediately they clambered out of the hole, it was deep enough now anyway. All that was needed was to toss it in and bury it but now something else was on Quaestor Valdemar's mind which seemed far more important than the corpse.

"Bismuth?" They stated louder, firmer, this time before snapping their head in the direction of the lantern that now lay abandoned in the grass. They sneered at the object like it was offensive to their very being…they let their guard down for the slightest of moments and that was apparently just enough. They didn't need to be a rocket scientist to know what had happened.

Their hands were freezing cold as they held her tightly, hands gripping and grasping at her like they'd tear the skin right off her body at any time. Bismuth was in a frenzy, kicking wildly even if none of them seemed to make any actual contact as if she was kicking nothing but air, as if no one was really there but they had to be…their hold was starting to get awfully painful. Tears were leaking from Bismuth's eyes as she looked up at the various faces. The spirits, which she could now see even if she wished she couldn't, had black eyes but nothing like hers which were laced in anguish, their eyes were soulless, empty, and devoid of any purpose or care for her. They wrestled her on the ground as if trying to drag her down to Hell with them.

'Flesh.'

One of their voices stated, eery and chilling to the ear. Raspy and hungry as a hand slid down her warm cheeks, wiping at Bismuth's tears even if more took their place. She snapped her head away, turning it to try and avoid the touch but another, different hand roughly grabbed her chin and turned her back.

'Such…warm skin.'

Another voice echoed, it was hard to tell who it came from but the spirits faces which had previously been devoid of emotions turned into slow, knowing grins. Their teeth were wicked and the lines on their faces seemed abnormal, inhumane, and Bismuth gagged on puke which had built in her. They didn't seem to care, if she choked on her own bile then surely they could take her flesh a lot sooner after she died and proceed to drag her soul into the afterlife with them. They seemed to collectively communicate this between themselves as their grins grew even wider. There were quite a number of them, fifteen or so and counting as spirits seem to curiously leave their graves to see what the ruckus was all about.

It wasn't often that a human like her, or a human of any case, came through this graveyard and being victims of the plague only gave the spirits reasons to have a vendetta. Quaestor Valdemar had been their deaths and for many long years their spirits have been contained in this area where magic of the Quaestor held them in place. However, when the Quaestor approached today and with a cute little human with them at their hip, the spirits decided the best case of repayment for their internal suffering was to take from the lead physician themselves. Which is why when their guard was at its lowest they took her and dragged Bismuth further into the graveyard like a human rag doll.

Bismuth continued to squirm and wrestle them, her clothes getting dirty as she kicked up grass and dirt in her fight. Her clothes were wet with mud. Eventually a cold hand clasped around her ankle making her gasp as one of her last attempts to get away from these people, these creatures,…was taken from her. Hands already held down her wrist against the freezing ground as a spirit sat on her chest, a lady with long inky black hair…much too similar to Bismuth's.

'Lets take her…'

'Drag her back to hell with us…'

'Feed off her flesh and bones…'

'Savor her warm blood…'

The voices spoke as if they were circling and this time Bismuth was permitted to hear the conversation and when she did her eyes widened in absolute fear. They wanted to feed off her, consume her as if she was…prey.

The ghostly woman above Bismuth leaned down, long sharp nails digging deep into Bismuth's wrist, hard enough to make them bleed. Bismuth cried in pain under the hold but the woman continued, leaning close until she slid her tongue out. It was long, gray in color, Bismuth looked at her in wary and when the woman slowly trailed that cold tongue over Bismuth's tear stained cheek the living woman croaked under the hand over her mouth. More tears fell, the woman was tasting her and as much as she wanted to fight and run Bismuth couldn't do anything but stay glued to the ground under their surprising strength. She couldn't even move her hands to perform any form of magic that could save her.

Her thoughts went to Valdemar. She wondered where they were, if they were still laughing at the gravesite even. Her heart twisted in her chest, she was sure they would have never found themselves in this situation. They were strong, something that she didn't see herself as at times and this was definitely one of those times. What if they…were embarrassed by her? If they could see her now, fighting uselessly against a bunch of ghosts with no luck would they laugh at her like they laughed at her joke? A cruel, chilling laugh as if they saw no use in her? This is probably why they didn't trust her enough to bring with them to this place before, this whole time she had been useless and nothing but a nuisance. Surely if she had never come they wouldn't have had to deal with her and could have finished a lot quicker.

And now, she was going to die. At the hands of Quaestor Valdemar's own victims who saught revenge.

Bismuth sobbed, she was scared. Her stomach hurt like it had never down before and when the ghostly woman above her bared her teeth as if to bite Bismuth squeezed her eyes tightly shut.

…Then, the sound of swishing wind filled the air like a whip. It took a moment for Bismuth to realize what happened until screeching cries filled the air and a firm hand grabbed her by the back of her shirt and pulled her back with a heave. She bounced a little at being pulled back, blinked heavily as those tears fell and she tried to make sense of what occurred. It was when she looked up, lifting her head from the ground, that her eyes widened in awe, heart leaping in her throat.

In front of her stood…the Quaestor. Their back was to her, tall and broad as they stood in front of her as if they were…protecting her. In their hand was a weapon, one she's never seen them with before now and her eyes sparkled just seeing it, just being in its presence. It was a scythe, a long beautiful scythe with an ancient looking skull holding the blade together to the staff. They twirled it in their hands with a form of grace she's never seen before with any else and the head of the blade twinkled in the moonlight.

"Bismuth…" Valdemar stated in a calm tone though their voice was also firm. She immediately jumped just hearing it.

That was all though from them as they twisting their right wrist, scythe practically glowing. She clutched her shirt with shaking hands, the screeching had dialed down into growling and snarling except for one spirit, the woman who sat on Bismuth, her head had been severed from her body, lying limp on the ground and slowly turning to dark ash. A few spirits had been cut down, bodies turning into ash, melting away in the wind. Bismuth's heart was racing in her ribcage far too much for her to even say anything without her voice shaking. It was fine though for Valdemar still wasn't done dealing with the rest of the now infuriated ghosts.

"I'll only say it once. Get back in your graves, now, and I won't have to destroy all of you." The Quaestor stated with an eerily smooth tone. A few spirits backed off and hesitated just hearing them, faltering at the weight that those words carried. They sounded a little…angry.

Were they angry for her?

'Tch! As if!' A spirit roared, a man with dark crunchy hair. He and a few others decided to try again and as they bomb rushed the Quaestor Valdemar who narrowed their gaze, sharp fuschia eyes zoned in on their opponents as they rushed forward, and with a reeled back swing they slashed at the incoming borage. The wind produced by the scythe time was enough to slash at the trees even beyond the graveyard. It was seeable too, the slash that is. It was bright, their magic being a vibrant emerald color with specks of lighter greens and onyx's. The trees that were slash fell to the ground with loud, destructive thuds and with them came more screeching as spirits who didn't listen to the Quaestor's words lost their heads much like those before them. The slash had even sliced through rows of graves, shattering them with the impact.

As their bodies crumbled and collapsed the few spirits who had a sense of mind trembled in fear, looking at the Quaestor who stood unyieldingly in front of the woman behind them, before scurrying like a bunch of roaches and rodents back into their graves.

Quaestor Valdemar stood in silence for a moment as Bismuth tried to get on her feet before turning to her. They could be heard taking in a long deep breath through their nose before slowly releasing it from their smooth lips before turning to the woman, scythe dissolving from their hands into inky black, gas like tendrils before disappearing altogether. Their gaze on her seemed unreadable, not like they were easy to read begin but over the time of working by their side even Bismuth had gotten to know some of their expressions. This one however…

She scramble to her feet, wincing at the feeling of the scratches that had come from being dragged and the forming bruises on her skin. Even so she stood, holding one of her arms now. She still had tears in her eyes and almost as if ashamed she slowly lowered her gaze, bangs sweeping over her eyes.

"Doctor…I'm…I'm…" she sniffled. She shouldn't have come with them. She had been nothing but a nuisance after all. She wanted to apologize and is her mouth quivered she opened her mouth to officially get it out but the feeling of arms enclosing her made her jump and jerk into silence. Her mouth lightly fell open and her eyes had blown wide open as the moon shined down on them.

They were hugging her.

Shock rushed through her body.

"Don't." They started, arms hugging her even closer. She's never touched them before, sure they hovered over her at times and lingered closely but never once have they ever…held her. Never once had she even been this close to them, close enough to take in that sweet scent, enough to touch their pristine clothing, or enough to feel the light warmth that radiated from them. Her fingers twitched, carefully moving up to wrap around them too. A part of her feared reciprocating but surely this meant it was allowed though right? Surely she could have this from them.

"I'm glad you weren't hurt too badly. I let my guard down and just like that you were taken from me. Taken from my side. I must still have work to do when it comes to keeping you safe." They hummed against her, breath lightly tickling her neck making her shiver softly, a blush coloring her cheeks as she bit her lip. Her heart hurt, the tone in their voice sounded hopeless, grateful but analytical. It sounded like they were blaming themself for everything that had happened.

Before Bismuth had noticed she had started to shed tears, for some reason she felt lighter and Valdemar's scent and the hand rubbing soothing circles in her back didn't help calm her sobbing. She felt many things suddenly; relief, sadness, confusion and something much more fluffy.

Admiration.

She couldn't immediately understand what they were doing or why but she didn't mind. She would never mind something like this and from someone like them specifically. She almost tightened her hold when she felt them slowly pulling away but she restrained herself. They moved their hands to her shoulders and gave them a little squeeze.

"Let's get back to the palace, I'll check over you and look over your wounds." They hummed, right hand moving to caress her cheek, wiping at a few tears before lightly cupping her cheeks and tilting it to look a little closer at her. They seemed rather occupied for someone who said they'd check it later, were they actually worried? Even with her blushing hot cheeks she stayed still as they hovered close to her face. She squeezed her eyes shut, hands on their biceps. A chuckle eventually left their lips, filling the night air. Next thing Bismuth knew there was a soft pair of lips against her cheek. She blinked in confusion before her face exploded in a bright crimson color.

"At least they didn't scruff up this little face of yours too badly. Come on, let's go." They spoke, tone going from lightly joyous to a more professional one once more but even so Bismuth could have sworn their face had also grown a bit dark in hue. She slapped her hand over her cheek and sputtered, officially at a loss for words.

"You! Huh?! Oh God…" She concluded in defeat. Her face was so flushed as she followed them. It was like she immediately had forgotten what had previously occurred to her. They had…kissed her! Her heart was practically running laps in her chest so fast that she had to reach a hand up and grip her shirt. She had never thought they'd do such a thing, did that mean they felt something for her like she had for them for so long now? Is that why she caught them staring at her at times or seemingly overprotective with her, even a bit clingy at times? She didn't mind those times with them was this proof?

She sure hoped it was.

She opened her mouth to say something about it after a while of walking with them. They had made their way back to the grave, the body was gone now in the dirt, buried beneath the earth and next to the gravestone was the lantern. Valdemar grabbed it before they continued the walk, leading Bismuth back to the fence.

"Um…Quaestor?" She started softly as they walked the trail.

"Valdemar is fine." They replied with no issue. Bismuth nodded.

"Alright but…I'm just…a little confused. I don't want to assume but…back there you…" she squeezed out, Valdemar could probably see her tapping for pointer fingers together like a shy child. They lifted a brow, glancing down at her at their side before laughing a little, now looking at her fully again as they made their way back to the palace.

"Can't even wait for us to get back to safety before you ask those things?" They inquired, tone lightly teasing as they looked away once more. "It's been a long time since I've felt for someone as I do with you. That's what you were going to ask right? Well, I thought it'd be the best way to show you how I felt, maybe I got caught up in the moment as well." They explained and Bismuth fell into silence, eyes wide, and heart stunned. Were they really just confessing to her?

"Was I wrong to do so? I read that maybe people liked to use cheek kisses for those they like, would you prefer a different one?" They hummed, a grin on their lips but yes their cheeks were bright as well, a little blush of their own. They had read up on something like that just for her? She needed to know more but even then it felt like her heart would explode out her chest at any moment. How long have they felt this way for her? What books had they read? What ideas did they have for different kisses?

Bismuth was a mess, if she could tuck her face into her shirt for a moment she probably would.

"I've liked you for so long…" she whispers and Valdemar hums.

"And the feeling is mutual, so let's talk about it when we get back. We can discuss whatever you'd like and I'll answer with honesty to each one. " They promised and from there Bismuth nodded, butterflies practically bubbling up her throat as they eventually exited the woods.

"Okay." She agreed softly.

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[asmo-cosmetics]

The beetles always find their way to him.

He's asked Valdemar at least a thousand times to keep them down there, but they always come. It shouldn't be that much to ask, especially of a genius. They're simple creatures. They shit and they eat. There's a buffet down there 24/7. It's the Masquerade every day of your life if you're a beetle beneath the palace. What could possibly drive them away from that?

"Expensive tastes?" Valdemar had replied once, their smile overwide and creasing their face. You get wrinkles, smiling that way. Or, well. People do.

The one Lucio's been watching suddenly takes flight from its resting place at the far wall and lands above his head, on the bedpost. Its shiny red carapace glints over and over in the corner of his eye as the beetle flutters its elytra, trying to school its long wings back under the protection of its exoskeleton. The pointed tips of the folded wings get smaller and smaller with each flap, pulled back into its body, too large, too round, too red. Beautiful red.

It skitters leisurely down the bedpost, and Lucio cups his hand in its path. Lets it crawl into his palm, brings it in for a closer look. He wants to crush it.

He doesn't, can't. Valdemar hates when he kills them. They fret over them like a mother. Lucio's seen them cooing at them. It's unsettling to behold.

"I guess it's not your fault," Lucio tells the beetle.

Its shiny black eyes stare back at him.

"I can't blame you for waiting out a decent meal." The doctors feed them scraps and trash, ultimately, no matter how fond the Quaestor is of them.

The beetle stares still.

The knock at the door comes exactly when it should, and before Lucio thinks the idea through even slightly, he brings his hand to his lips and lets the beetle crawl into his mouth. It rests upside down on his soft palate like it's conspiring with him.

Jules is the only one of the researchers that matters. Valdemar sees it, too, and even Noddy, even though she still thinks her magicians are going to be useful, somehow, in the end.

He's saying something, prattling on about this lead and that herb, and it's a little bit pathetic how quickly the poor thing melts into him when Lucio kisses him, groaning with contentment and going where Lucio puts him.

He pushes his tongue between Jules' lips and lets the beetle go with it.

x

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[inquisitor13]

Hi. I haven't been writing headcanons for a long time, but now I have some ideas in my head that I've been trying to refine for a long time. At the moment, I'm working on some fanfiction for which I need inspiration, and in order for me to have it, I decided to revive my small column with headcanons on The Arcana.

Quaestor Valdemar x Pontifex Vulgora headcanons

I am more than sure that Vulgora occupies the "main" position in this relationship. They initiate many key moments, starting with dates and ending with kisses with other more intimate things. But this is not because Valdemar are passive or they are not interested in this relationship. More about this in the next paragraph.

Valdemar is not the kind of being who is well or even moderately versed in romance and in building a loving relationship with anyone. They are not passive, but they are also not inclined to take the first steps too often, however, if Valdemar still decide to take the initiative, then this exceeds all expectations, at least in relation to those with whom they are close. And this place in their heart in this case is occupied only by Vulgora. For their sake, Valdemar is more than capable of learning to understand the essence of building a romantic relationship, but it still won't look the way people do it. Valdemar have their own language of love, which they learn to show towards Vulgora, learning more and more about it.

However, Vulgora is also loved in its own way. And that's what makes these two look like each other. Both are immortal beings, whose age is either approaching a thousand, or has long crossed this boundary. But to be more precise, in my head Vulgora is younger than Valdemar, but not by much, to call it an impressive age difference.

Valdemar is by no means a passive partner in this relationship, despite having less initiative. With the development of these relationships, their dominant personality side is quite capable of revealing itself in some moments. It's not as fervent and passionate as Vulgora's, but more harsh and cold-blooded, but since Valdemar knows the measure and knows how to try on this quality when it's appropriate, it drives the younger demon crazy.

And the first thing Valdemar does after one of the nights together is hear something like this from Vulgora in the early morning: "DAMN IT, WHY DID YOU HIDE IT BEFORE?! IT WAS FUCKING AWESOME!"

Vulgora is definitely the defender in this relationship most of the time, and Valdemar are the ones who are protected. Vulgora are ready to literally gut with their bare hands anyone who dares to look at Valdemar the wrong way or leave a comment. For the latter, by the way, Vulgora will not hesitate to rip out this unfortunate person's tongue.

However, when it comes to really serious things, rather than simple showdowns with people, Valdemar stands up. Their defense techniques are more subtle and sophisticated. And this is applied only in the most extreme cases. They know that Vulgora will fight to the last for the chance to protect both themselves and their partner, so Valdemar will not take away this chance from them if there is no real danger on the horizon, because of which Vulgora can theoretically suffer due to their own inattention or overconfidence. Valdemar will simply turn a creature that dared to cause trouble for Vulgora into a pile of dismembered minced meat and a mug of blood.

Of course, there are a lot of rumors about the relationship between these two at court, because neither Valdemar nor Vulgora see any point in following universal rules and declaring each other partners in front of everyone. This becomes obvious over time and no one in the couple tries to hide it, just as they advertise it. They just most often appear together at common events or somewhere else, sometimes holding hands and showing signs of attention towards each other. However, Vulgora is more prone to publicity than Valdemar and at the first time of a love relationship, they do not hesitate to yell at someone who will allow themselves to stare at Valdemar. It would be something like, "WHERE ARE YOU LOOKING, YOU MISERABLE PEASANT?! TURN YOUR EYES AWAY, IT'S MINE!"

Valdemar, as a rule, react very calmly to the manifestation of Vulgora's possessive nature and accept it without trying to change them. They are more than satisfied with this, because they still have no goal to build a close relationship with someone else.

Among other things, Valdemar is not at all worried about the physical manifestations of affection on the part of Vulgora. These are, of course, love bites, and everywhere, wherever their sharp greedy teeth can reach. Despite the fact that Valdemar's body is always hidden under clothes, Vulgora find a way to mark them so that absolutely everyone can see it. For example, hickeys on the cheeks, sometimes very bright.

In bed, Valdemar often puts power in the hands of Vulgora, allowing them to act in the main role. But it's not that simple. Valdemar can take the role of a hidden leader, allowing Vulgora to think that they are in charge of the process. They just like to see their beloved red beetle having fun in full.

Valdemar, taking a position "from below", can easily turn Vulgora into a trembling puddle of tenderness, just by telling them the right words. And they know how to get to the very heart of Vulgora. It works flawlessly.

That's all for today. But I know for sure that I will soon write the second part of the headcanons with this amazing couple. I just need to formulate the rest of my thoughts on this topic. And I do not exclude that I will even write headcanons related to NSFW in more detail. If that happens, it will be my favorite part.

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[arcanarubinaito]

Short Story Taglist

I’ve been meaning to compile a list of content tags I will commonly use, and their meanings. This both gives me a handy reference to use when I’m finalizing everything to post—because honestly I blank out on how to tag it once I get to that point, lol—and I figure I’d post it as both a reference for my own readers and a potential resource for other minific authors here on Tumblr.

This list will be updated as needed; and if you have any tag you think should be added, please comment your suggestions!

I will not be adding tags for certain taboo subjects, as that content will never be on my blog and I’m sure those who write it already know how to properly tag it.

I will not be adding ship tags because frankly there are too many to add.

Please note that this list contains Content Warning tags.

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Asra’s Route

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Julian’s Route

Muriel’s Route

Portia’s Route

Lucio’s Route

Tales (Insert Specific Tale Here)

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Content Warning Tags

Graphic Depictions of Violence

Gore

Suicidal Tendencies

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Sexually Explicit Content

Substance Abuse

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Depictions of Drug Use

Mild/Mentioned Drug Use

General Content Tags

Platonic Relationship(s)

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Comfort

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Anxiety/Comfort

Hurt/No Comfort

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Fluff

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Minor Character Death

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SFW (<18)

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[x] Words

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Self Insert

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Original Character(s)

Main Six

Asra Alnazar

Nadia Satrinava

Julian/Ilya Devorak

Muriel of the Kokhuri

Portia/Pasha Devorak

Lucio/Montag Morgasson

Familiars/Animals

Faust

Chandra

Malak

Inanna

Pepi

Mercedes & Melchior

Camio

Chimes & Flamel

Jaeger

Courtiers

Consul Valerius

Praetor Vlastomil

Procurator Volta

Pontifex Vulgora

Quaestor Valdemar

Side Characters

Aisha Alnazar

Salim Alnazar

Tasya/Anastasia Devorak

Lishka Devorak

Mazelinka

Halinka (A Warm Welcome)

Khamgalai of the Kokhuri

Morga Eirsdottir

The Satrinavas

Nasrin Satrinava

Namar Satrinava

Nafizah Satrinava

Nazali Satrinava

Navra Satrinava

Nahara Satrinava

Nasmira Satrinava

Natiqa Satrinava

Gavin (The Bazar Job)

Minor Characters

Chamberlain (One of the Palace servants. Unclear if ‘Chamberlain’ is his name or his title.)

Ludovico (Palace Guard)

Bludmila (Palace Guard)

Selasi (The Baker)

Saguaro (An acquaintance of Asra’s, from Nopal)

Tilde the Leech Monger (A leech merchant near Mazelinka’s house.)

Barth/Bartholomew (Bartender of The Rowdy Raven)

Aedile Velos (Once slept in the Palace’s haunted guest room.)

Major Arcana

The Fool (0)

The Magician (I)

The High Priestess (II)

The Empress (III)

The Emperor (IV)

The Hierophant (V)

The Lovers (VI)

The Chariot (VII)

Strength (VIII)

The Hermit (IX)

Wheel of Fortune (X)

Justice (XI)

The Hanged Man (XII)

Death (XIII)

Temperance (XIV)

The Devil (XV)

The Tower (XVI)

The Star (XVII)

The Moon (XVIII)

The Sun (XIX)

Judgment (XX)

The World (XXI)

#the arcana #the arcana game #arcanarubinaito #rubin rambles #rubin’s writing #taglist #tags #minific tags #fandom resource #tagging resource

[doctor-001]

Can you write some headcanons about Vlastomil in a relationship with a trans male mc? (Has top surgery already)

Vlastomil x ftm reader

-protects you from the Questors questions

-asks to put worms on your mastectomy scars, claiming it´ll make them better, bc "snail slime helps, so worm slime will,too!"

-matching outfits

-will ask the Quaestor a ton of questions abt gender re-assignment surgery and so back and so forth

-obviously, Valdemar agrees to perform the procedure anytime you want

-Vlastomil said he´ll take care of you after the surgery, if you end up getting it

-all in all he doesn´t care abt gender much, thus he doesn´t think of you any differently than cis people

#the arcana headcanons #the arcana x reader #praetor vlastomil #vlastomil x reader

[k1nky-fool]

The Ace Of Swords

Book I: The Devil in the Details

Chapter I: Climbing The Tower

Nadia Satrinava x OC, Callisto

Synopsis: Vesuvia is being devastated by The Red Plague, and the Master Magician, Callisto has found a trail that mysteriously leads into the Palace Court while she searches The Arcana for a cure for the plague. Meanwhile Nadia begins to have hope that Vesuvia isn't as lost as it seems, if she can just fix this city.

Warnings: Sexual tension, future NSFW, but not in this chapter. Mentions of plague victims, and general suffering.

Masterlist

The streets of Vesuvia were barely busy. It might have been unfair to say that with a couple hundred people buzzing about the market, but the truth was that nothing was busy for Callisto until she stepped onto palace grounds. The baker had her stuffed pumpkin bun ready for her before she ever got to his storefront. She’d love to stay and chat, but he knows that she has to ride the lightning on Saturday mornings on her way to The Palace. He also knows now not to make her bun again until Tuesday. 

Callisto stops on the steps leading up to the palace gate to finish her breakfast and take a long breath. She knows she won’t get the chance to once her boot steps onto palace grounds. 

The guards open the gates as soon as they recognize her. As she passes, her heart hurts with a glance at the guard’s eye. His right scaleria has turned red, he’s passed into the second phase of the plague. It’s undetermined how long this phase will last, but he will slowly begin losing grip of reality until the plague passes to the third phase. Callisto’s intuition tells her that this guard will be on the boat to The Lazaret within the month. 

As soon as her boot lands on the marble path, her mentor is tailing her. 

“You’re late, Magician.” Julian jabs as they walk through the front garden. 

“A Magician arrives precisely when she means to. What did I miss?” 

Julian placed a bound stack of papers into her waiting hand, she skimmed through the reports as they walked. “The last boat to Lazaret went out Friday morning, so the dungeons are a little quiet today. Some bedridden patients offered to stay for more experimentation, so those are the only few down there at the moment.” 

“I’m sure Quaestor Valdemar will take up feeding any bodies to the beetles.” Callisto shivered. 

“I’d rather them do it than have to go near the vat.” Julian admitted. 

“Any updates on timetables?” Callisto asked. 

“There is limited evidence to suggest that twin patients succumb to the plague within one day of each other.” Julian noted. “Which could support my hypothesis that it’s a blood infection.” 

“Or it’s genetic.” Callisto suggested.

Julian gave a wry smile. “Bloodlines! Even better.” 

Callisto and Julian round the palace halls to get to the library. “You search the blood, I’ll look into the patients of the same family and compare infection progress reports.” 

“Sounds good to me.” Julian was off to the bookshelf with the secret lever hidden in a combination of books to pull. 

Callisto went to the record room and began searching through alphabetically categorized patient reports. When she was finally happy with her stack, she took it over to her favorite spot on the floor. It was still well supplied with her favorite pillows and blankets where she could comfortably pour over records to find answers and her cards could offer helpful guidance on what to search for. 

As Julian had said, families with one or more sets of twins usually held on in the second and third phases the longest. With twins always perishing within a day of each other. But there was another pattern somewhere in there, and Callisto knew the cards would be pulled to it like a magnet. 

Callisto pulled a card from the deck revealing the Six of Cups. 

The strongest bonds keep them attached to this world, but the plague rusts all chains. 

The closer the families are? 

It seemed that families from the more ruined parts of town, perhaps closer quarters? Being able to rely on your family might make it possible for these patients to live longer. Callisto pulled another card, pulling the Queen of Swords reversed. 

The plague is inflicted by cruelty, but can be resisted. Who can fight the longest?

Is it something individual? People with better relationships might be more devoted to battling the plague. 

Callisto knew the plague had a habit of dipping back into her magical expertise. As much as Julian chases the physical aspects of the illness, the cards always suggest there is something ancient, evil, and malicious behind it. Once again Callisto was brought to the mystic tomes and diaries that lined the top of the library. Books on baneful magic, chaos magic, and even malevolent deity worship. 

Taking them back to her nest and continuing to pour over the scrawled notes and ancient catalogs of magic spells and guides for mystic journeys. 

It was driving her insane. This was what she liked to study on a daily basis, but knowing it was in pursuit of an answer that hid in every crevice of magic, it felt more futile the more books she read through. A scuffle in the corner of the library was mostly ignored by her until a familiar creature came scampering up to her, and she wasn’t alone. 

“Clio, you made a friend.” Callisto noted. Clio was a genet with ashy gray fur with black spots. She had brought the most beautiful owl Callisto had ever seen. The owl eyed Callisto carefully, and she figured its trust was not won without some effort. 

Callisto reached into her bag and found the lunch she packed for her day, knowing she likely wouldn’t get to the kitchens as she continued her work. She took out a piece of stripped chicken from her sandwich and offered it to the owl. 

She stared at it for a moment before seeing Clio watch the snack like she would take it if she took too long. So the bird hopped forward and took the treat from Callisto’s hand. She kept her hand in place as she finished the snack. Callisto was rewarded with being allowed to pet her. “It’s right for you to demand respect. I just know you’re a clever bird.” 

“Careful, you’ll give her an ego with compliments like that.” A new, warm voice joined her spot in the library. When Callisto looked up, she fought the urge to jump up to have some respect for this woman, but the owl hopped up onto her knee, and she thought better of pushing it off. 

“Lady Satrinava. I take it you’re a friend of this enchanted owl?” 

“Her name is Chandra.” The Countess introduced. “She and I are old friends.” 

“It’s nice to meet you, Chandra. My name is Callisto.” She introduced in return, and Chandra happily hopped off her knee. “And it’s a pleasure to meet you, Countess. Right there is my friend, Clio.” 

“I don’t believe I’ve seen a creature like her before.” Lady Satrinava knelt down offering her hand to Clio. 

“She’s a genet. They live in the forests and fields outside of Vesuvia.” Callisto explained. “I was hunting for mushrooms with my aunt when I was a child. Clio came up to me and led me right to a bunch of truffles and a few puffball mushrooms. She hasn’t left my side since.” 

“She doesn’t look like the kind of animal to eat mushrooms.” Nadia noted. 

Callisto shrugged. “She doesn’t. I think she just knew what we were looking for, and remembered where some were. She still does that sometimes. She’ll still bring home truffles she finds because she knows I like them.” 

“Clever girl.” Nadia pets Clio affectionately. Her familiar rolling over in trust and giving Nadia’s hand playful licks. “I don’t believe I’ve seen you around the Palace much.” 

“I’m technically apprenticing under Dr. Devorak.” Callisto explained. “I’m only here from Saturdays to Mondays. The rest of the week, I’m working at my shop in the city. Trying to help with boots on the ground.” 

Nadia fully sits down in front of Callisto, and she’s more than happy to entertain this beautiful distraction. She doesn’t seem to have any qualms about just sitting on a pillow on the library floor. She finds her own nest very comfortable, but she wasn’t under any impression that even normal people liked it, let alone a princess, and countess. But then again, the distraction was absolutely captivating. 

This is the Count’s wife! Am I trying to get banished or executed?

“What wares does your shop sell?” Nadia asks. She doesn’t hesitate to make herself comfortable, and doesn’t give a second thought to settling herself on the floor, let alone with a random plague researcher. 

“Well, I’m a magician, I’m lending my studies of the mystical arts to the palace. I sell spells, ingredients, charms, potions, and I give tarot readings.” She explained. “Most of my free time is spent looking through more books, scrolls and records for more information on the plague.”

“I don’t believe I’ve ever seen cards like those before. Are they your instrument?”  

Callisto was becoming more and more curious about why Nadia was so interested in her craft. “An instrument of sorts. I use the cards to listen for the voices of the spirits beyond this world. They are the keepers of secrets, and they have an answer for every question you could ever ask. It might not always be clear though. They give hints most of the time, rather than full information. I use them to guide my research on the plague.” 

“Could I ask a question?” 

“Are you sure?” Callisto asked. “When I do this reading, I will know your heart. If there is anything you don’t want me to know, I might compromise that with a reading.” 

Nadia gave a curious expression. “You know I am a person of influence, and yet you chose to warn me instead of betraying my trust by keeping me uninformed. That alone is enough for me to know you have my best interest at heart.” 

“As you wish, milady.” Callisto shuffled the cards together, and counted them out into three piles. “Choose a stack.” 

Nadia leaned over and grabbed the one closest to Callisto, making a brief moment of eye contact that made her blush. Callisto quickly discarded the other two piles. She took the one from Nadia and spread the cards out in a wheel pattern around a center card. 

“Choose three cards and I’ll read them.” Nadia chose the center card and one from the top and bottom. 

She handed the cards to Callisto, and she flipped over the first card. “The Ace of Swords.” 

“What does the Ace have to say to me?” 

It’s a Minor Arcana, so the voice is quieter, and usually more abstract. “The Ace of Swords signifies that you have recently acquired power. But beware that this power has an equal potential to harm as it does to help anyone at its end.” Callisto explains. 

“Perhaps I am more in control of my circumstances than I initially presumed.” Nadia mused. 

The next card turned and was placed next to the other. “The Five of Cups signifies a major loss. Despair and destruction are foretold, but not all hope is lost. There will be a foundation left to rebuild, and you will have the tools and help you need to heal.” 

Nadia doesn’t panic, or even show any external signs of worry. “I see. I suppose I will need to remain diligent.” 

“An optimistic attitude is a good companion for difficult times.” Callisto says, turning the last card. “The High Priestess.”

For a moment Nadia is perplexed by the card that faces her. As if she recognizes the figure, but the voice of The High Priestess comes louder and clearer than the others. 

“She says she will not lead you astray. Your wisdom and intuition will guide you.” Callisto says. 

“Well, then I suppose I am in good company.” Nadia said, seemingly satisfied with the reading she received. “Has my heart been revealed to you?” 

Callisto looked down at the full spread, and took in everything again. “It has, but I am curious.” 

“You’ve entertained my whim, the least I can do is be honest.” 

“What brought you here?” Callisto asked. “There are plenty of people for you to approach in this library, even more in the palace. Why me?” 

Nadia smiled as if she expected such a question, but even still, Callisto felt somewhat vulnerable asking it. 

“Intuition.” She answers, looking to Chandra for a moment. 

Callisto can sense a secret beneath her response, but she is being honest. “Have I proven myself?” 

“Your skills have met my high standards. And your intentions have impressed Chandra. I would say the impression you have left is a good one.” Nadia said. 

“I should be thanking you. The cards were rather cryptic before you asked your question.” She chuckled, shuffling the spread back into the deck. 

“Perhaps they were simply tired of the subject at hand.” Nadia suggests. 

“In any case, they seemed to think there was something special about you.” Callisto explained. “I think whatever you choose to do will have a great impact on Vesuvia.” 

“And how do you take that, Callisto?” 

Callisto pondered the question for a moment. Wherever The Countess’s path led, and wherever it crossed with her own, she was unsure. However, there wasn’t any darkness surrounding the Countess here. She seemed driven to do something, but intentions leave an ashy residue on conversations. At least with the magic that Callisto practiced, she could feel it like a physical presence. 

“I think you’re going in the right direction. I see a determination in you that is growing into an obsession.” She explained, her mystic senses filling her reading of Nadia’s spirit. “If you are not careful, obsessions can imprison you, Countess. Keep your intuition sharp. Your aura is one of prey.” 

“And who is doing the hunting?” Nadia asks. 

Callisto shrugs and pulls a card in response. 

The Devil. 

There are no words that come to Callisto now, only the sound of distant, venomous laughter, echoing across the realms. “An obsession.” 

Nadia gets an understanding look on her face. “I will heed your warning well, Callisto.” She bowed and bid her farewell, Chandra flew to perch on her shoulder as she walked away. 

“Some friends you made, Clio.” 

She chirped and rolled over into Callisto’s lap. “Friends!” 

The dungeon door opened and Julian finally emerged from the depths. “Have you found anything on the genetics side?” 

“I’m not entirely sure it’s genetic, it looks to be more that plague victims with family have people to rely on to take care of them.” Callisto said. “My hypothesis on this lead is that there will be more deaths in these families as they have less people to rely on.”

“Ah.” Julian said with all the enthusiasm drained from his voice. “I hate it when I’m right.” 

While that might have felt like a personal insult at any other time, that phrase had become a mantra of Julian’s pessimism. 

“I think I might have found a thread.” Callisto mentioned. “It’s more in my world than yours, so I hope your leeches are coming up with something.” 

“Oh no, is this another one of those prophecies?” Julian groaned. 

“Something like that.” Callisto grabbed her bag and got ready to head out. 

“You know these never bring up anything good.” He argued. 

“It’s not like you even need me. Just keep wrangling leeches.” She dodged, heading back out the library door. There was something awry in the palace, and it has something to do with the plague. 

The best she could do was start by looking into the previsions the palace is taking to help plague victims in the city. Valdemar was handling the research end of it, but the Consul Valerius would be in charge of the city planning, and aid work being sent out to the streets. Though, approaching the Consul of Count Lucio directly might not go over well if she did it alone. Thankfully, Callisto knew who to go to. 

“Lyra!” She called out, finding her heading to the studio. 

“Callisto, whatever do I owe the pleasure.” 

“Remember how you owe me a favor?” Callisto winced, knowing this was a fairly big ask of Lyra. 

“I do.” She said cautiously. 

“I promise, this won’t involve you beyond this favor.” She swore to her. 

“Alright, shoot.” 

“Can you get me a small meeting with Consul Valerius?” She asked. 

“Are you sure I can trust you to be nice? Remember what happened with Pontifex Vulgora?” Lyra accused. 

“That was a genuine misunderstanding! They were violently shaking, I thought they might have been having a seizure or something, I didn’t think they’d take it so personally.” 

Lyra eyed her skeptically.

“Please, Lyra.” 

“On condition.” She compromised. 

“Anything.” 

“You have to pass a test of your manners.” She said. 

Callisto was left surprised. “What exactly does that mean?” 

A mischievous smile spread across her face. “I’m on my way to the studio to work on a high profile portrait. I want you to sit in with me, and you have to mind your manners for the entire duration. Treat him like your job is on the line.” 

Lyra knew this would be difficult for her no matter who this high profile client was. “You’re trying to burn me out before I ever even see the Consul, huh?” 

“Believe me, if you can handle him, then Valerius will be easy to get along with.” She assured, but it did little to help ease Callisto's anxiety. 

As soon as the studio door opened, she immediately realized why Lyra had warned her to treat him like her job depended on it. 

“Count Lucio, thank you for your patience. My sincerest apologies, but I required some extra help to ensure this portrait is one to remember on account of the poor weather today.” Lyra explained herself. 

“I suppose if it’s to capture my image correctly, I don’t mind waiting a little.” Lucio puffed out his chest. “What do you do?” He addressed Callisto quite harshly, making her flinch. 

“I’m a Magician, Count- sir.” Callisto choked. “Lyra explained she needed some extra light because the clouds are blocking out the natural sunlight.” 

“I must ensure your portrait is as radiant as you are.” Lyra supplied. “Now Count, I have a selection of skulls as you requested. I have a deer, a horse, and a goat, do any of these suit your preference?” 

Count Lucio walked over to the table and immediately went for the horse. Like he was drawn to the biggest one. 

“A powerful choice, sir.” Lyra approved. “How would you like this portrait to make the viewer feel?” 

“Inferior.” He answered, holding the skull up to the candle light. 

Lyra nodded. “I’m thinking, the red jacket with the fur cape, gold arm on display, and of course a sword.” She rattles off, collecting the materials from the rack of impressive clothes. “I want all the fixings, gold, gems- Oh this is a nice cloak clasp- and, I’m getting lots of gold.” 

She seems to understand Lucio’s tastes, and chooses many things she knows will impress him. Her whimsical nature brought with her artistic talent strokes his ego. He takes his costume and goes into the dressing room to change. 

“So far so good.” Lyra whispers. 

“My plan is to stay quiet and do whatever he says.” She whispered back. 

“That may be easier said than done.” She warns. 

Lucio emerges in the impressive getup, brushing the fur on his shoulders. 

“Despite the horrid lighting, the weather has inspired me.” Lyra says. “Callisto, can you give a light like the sun peeking out of stormy clouds onto our magnificent hero.” 

Believe it or not, her abstract descriptions are just perfect for concentrating her magic. She closes her eyes and focuses on that feeling. When the air is cold from the rain, and the first rays of sunlight are cutting through the storm, giving assurance that the storm has passed. 

An orb of light floats up from her hand until it reaches the ceiling. Lyra pulls back the blinds to let the gray light into the room to assist the lighting. Lucio strikes a pose with his hand on the sword, and his boot, pressing the horse skull into the floor. “You look stunning, Count.” 

She begins sketching out his form, in a long tedious process. “So you’re a magician, Callisto.” 

Callisto was lucky she was sitting behind him, and out of his peripheral, because she flinched when he said her name again.

“Yes sir.” She answered. 

“You wouldn’t happen to know that other magician boy, Asra, right?” 

Her jaw tightened as soon as he said that name. “May I speak freely about him?” 

“Oh this ought to be good.” He laughed. “Go right ahead.” 

Lyra gave her a look of warning, but let her make her own decision.

“Asra doesn’t know how to mind his own business.” She spat. “I knew them once, but we’re no longer on speaking terms.” 

“Ha! I know, right?” He couldn’t get enough. “Tell me, how did you meet my portrait artist?” 

Callisto looks to Lyra to see if she’s alright with him knowing. She gives a relaxed nod. Apparently the Count knows about her and Valerius. “She came to my shop in the city asking for a tarot reading for the future of her romantic life.” 

“Oooh, did Lyra have a crush?” Lucio teased, getting a bashful, knowing smile from Lyra. 

“The cards told her that her best love life was waiting for her in the Palace.” Callisto recalled. “I remember running into her at the market the next afternoon, and Lyra told me that she’d immediately sent her portfolio to the Palace.” 

“So I have you to thank for my artist?” 

“I just gave her the message. Lyra’s choice to take her chance was entirely her own.” She figured modesty would be the right choice in front of Lucio. “You’ll have to thank her own diligent practice and eye for greatness. I think her paintings are certainly more memorable because she paints a truly memorable man.”

“You’re quite the flatterer, Callisto.” Lucio accuses, but she can tell he isn’t upset about it at all. 

“It’s polite to be honest, is it not?” She chuckled. “Besides, I wouldn’t see a point in serving the Palace if I didn’t believe the Count was a worthy and great leader. You’ve made working here efficient and easy.” 

All she could think about was the people hobbling down the street in lines to the boats that would take them to the Lazaret. She was keeping a cork on her rage, and offering only the best of what she could pick out from her experiences here. 

“Have you attended any of my Masquerades or parties?” Lucio asked. 

“Yes! I live in the city, but the parties are magnificent. Unfortunately my busy schedule made it difficult to attend any since the last Masquerade.” Callisto admitted. 

“What work could you possibly be doing to keep you from my parties?” Lucio accused. 

And just when she thought he couldn't ask a worse question. Lyra sent her a glare, and Callisto knew she had to think fast. “Count Lucio, forgive me, but I think the subject of Plague research is very tiring, and it shouldn’t invade your portrait at all.” 

“What do you do when you’re not working at the Palace, Callisto?” Lucio pried. 

“I work at my shop in the city. I give tarot readings and sell various magic wares.” She explained. 

Lucio all but jumped. “Oooh! Read me!” He demanded as Lyra took her hand off the canvas to wait for him to stop moving. 

Callisto figured she didn’t have much of a choice. Unfortunately, she knew to be more scared of what the Arcana may tell her about Lucio rather than what she may have to say to him. 

She shuffled the cards as she walked around Lyra to face Lucio. She pulled three cards and held them out face down to him. “Which one do you choose, sir?” 

“The middle one!” He said, nearly shaking with excitement.

She discarded the other two and turned the card face up. Death Reversed. 

The stagnation of one is the stagnation of all. Malicious forces fester in the open wound. 

“What does it say?” 

“Death Reversed means a refusal to change. You have no desire to change your circumstances, nor desire to stop what you are doing.” Callisto says. 

At the very least Lucio doesn’t seem offended. “Of course I don’t want to change!” He laughs. “I’m at the top of the world, I don’t need to change anything.” 

Callisto just nodded, putting the cards away. She knew if she didn’t keep him occupied, then he’d keep asking questions that could get more and more dicey for her to answer. So she’d need a better strategy. “You know, Count. I hear many stories of your conquests from the south all the way to Vesuvia. I think it would be more educational to hear them from the source.” 

Lucio immediately perked up. “I’d thought you’d never ask-” 

He prattled on for the rest of the session. Occasionally when he’d reached the inevitable end of his tall tale, Callisto would guide him into starting another. 

“Count Lucio, sir, I’ve reached the stopping point for this session.” Lyra notified. 

“Of course, of course.” Lucio waved off, finally shaking out the tension he built up from staying still for so long. He went to the dressing room and emerged not long after back in his gaudy clothes. “I hope to see you next session, Callisto.” Lucio bid her farewell as Lyra packed her stuff up. 

Callisto finally relaxed, pinching the bridge of her nose in an attempt to calm herself down. Everything Lucio had said, everything he had cared about, it was all pointless. That man didn’t have a goddamn problem in the world, and his city is in ruins. And she had to call him a ‘worthy and great leader.’ All that man was worthy of is the fucking plague. But no, he hides in his lavish palace, having portraits done wearing enough gold to buy her a ship to get the fuck out of Vesuvia, he’s throwing parties in his palace that could be used to care for plague victims, and he doesn’t have a care in the fucking world. 

“I told you, Valerius will be a breeze.” Lyra jokes. 

She didn’t even have time to think as her rage burst out and she punched the nearest object as the light flashed bright before every light in the room went out. The clattering hatstand and bright flash made Lyra jump, and Callisto took a deep breath. “Sorry, that was out of line.” 

A sad smile crossed Lyra’s face, illuminated only by the cloudy gray light. “Don’t worry about it. Why don’t you have dinner with me and Valerius tonight? I know he can be a little crass, but I can usually calm him down.” 

“Thank you, Lyra.”

#nadia satrinava x oc #nadia satrinava #nadia x apprentice #nadia x callisto #oc: callisto #count lucio #julian devorak #asra alnazar #arcana visual novel #arcana fanfic #the arcana #consul valerius

[elysium-writes-stories]

Introduction and Rules

Hello

My name is Elysium and I use Fae/Faer pronouns. I mostly write for The Arcana because it is a current hyperfixation. But I can write for Dream SMP, and Hermitcraft too.  

Feel free to send in requests after you read my rules!

My rules are:

Be polite

No NSFW. I am not comfortable writing it.

Can and will do Poly.

I mostly write Fluff but will write angst if you want.

Please put Trigger warnings in requests that need them. I have some trauma and I know that my beta reader does too.

I don't have an order for what is going to be posted. I write multiple things at a time because that is how my brain works. I will post things when I finish them.

Please be as descriptive as you can. It will help me write the request easier. It can be as simple as “Can I have a reader that uses {insert pronouns} cuddling with {insert character(s)}”. But I would prefer more info for more complicated prompts.

If you want the request to be in a specific time period, like before the plague in the arcana, tell me!

The fandoms and people I write for:

The Arcana

Asra Alnazar

Nadia Satrinava

Julian Devorak

Muriel

Portia Devorak

Lucio Morgasson

Consul Valerius

Procurator Volta (platonic)

Quaestor Valdemar

Hermitcraft

Grian

Mumbo Jumbo

GoodTimesWithScar

Dream SMP

c! and cc! Tommy(platonic)

c! and cc!Tubbo(platonic)

c! and cc!Ranboo(platonic)

c! and cc!Phil (platonic)

cc!Schlatt

c! and cc!Quackity

c!Eret,

#the arcana x reader #tommyinnit x reader #hermitcraft x reader #muriel x reader #asra x reader #the arcana x you #julian x reader #julian devorak x reader #grian x reader #goodtimeswithscar x reader #mumbo jumbo x reader #nadia satrinava x reader #portia x reader #lucio x reader #consul valerius x reader #procurator volta x reader #quaestor valdemar x reader #tubbo x reader #ranboo x reader #philza x reader #jschlatt x reader #quackity x reader #wilbur x reader #eret x reader #punz x reader #dream smp x reader

[butdidmarlenacomebackhome]

✨hcs for the courtiers reacting to their s/o wearing their trademark outfits✨

i think i did a pretty decent job at keeping this gender-neutral, let me know if there is any mistake/room for improvement. i'd love to hear your feedback 👉🏻👈🏻

🍷consul valerius

• blushes hard

• "what a presumptious lack of decorum" said while still blushing, therfore only half-hearted

• desperately tries to hide how much he likes it but his eyes permanently glued on you kind of betray him

• the only thing he loves more than himself & his status is you, so imagine how utterly smug would he be about seeing you in his attire (not that he'd ever openly show it!!! it wouldn't be proper of him 👀👀👀)

• if you follow him around/he catches sight of you while going about his day, any hope to get things done is thrown out the window

• he's definitely not staring at you during the courtiers' meeting, his eyes just happened to focus on the general area where you're standing/sitting

• at the end of the day will literally leave you a note on your bed saying you can keep the clothes, you're welcome ("my wardrobe can afford to lose a spare, while yours could definitely use something fashionable for a change")

• spoiler it's just a roundabout way to say he wants to see you wearing his clothes again & more often 👀

• from that day on, will go out of his way to gift you jewelry, clothes, accessories matching to his own and fully expects you to always wear them

🍖procurator volta

• blushes like crazy & her eyes literally fill with stars & sparkles,, almost cries bc of what she perceives to be a clear display of affection

• "mc!!! you look!!! absolutely!!! gorgeous!!!" in modern!au would definitely tell you you look like a snackkk but to be fair she thinks you're gorgeous on any normal day

• follows you around the whole day & shily holds your hand, she loves the idea of the two of you making your way through the palace in matching outfits

• normally she'd be pretty quaint but with you by her side reassuring her of your love so openly,,, she's just over the moon my friends 🚀🚀🚀

• thinks her clothes suit you better than they'd ever do on her, but on a side note she also probably thinks anything would look good on you (the precious baby ಥ_ಥ)

• she's also pretty honored to have you dress like her, it's like a public love declaration & it makes her all fuzzy to know you're not embarrassed of her

• she'll literally convince you to stop for snacks every 15 minutes tho & no matter what you're doing or what business you're attending to, you just can't resist her puss in boots eyes & decide to join her every single time

• at the end of the day, she hugs you (I hc her loving pda but rarely initiating it bc she's too shy, so it's a bit of a shock to suddenly receive a hug from her in the middle of the castle hallway) & thanks you for the wonderful day. snuggle with her in bed. do it.

tw. for slight nsfw-ish in next one but it's literally just an allusion that's barely even there + like 1 swear word

🐞pontifex vulgora

• does a double take, like they probably were just storming the hallways going off on a tangent about how tHERE'S NOT BEEN A SINGLE FIGHT IN DECADES AND THEY'RE SO WILLING TO START ONE WITH THE FIRST ONE THEIR EYES LAND ON- and then their eyes land on you and they have to check again to see if they'd actually seen what they think they've seen

• and holy shit do you look hot

• the gauntlets on you? the armor attire? yes ma'am please and thank you

• 100% will tease you at first

• "WHAT IS THIS? HAVE YOU FINALLY FALLEN OFF THE COUNTESS' GRACES NOT TO BE ABLE TO AFFORD YOUR OWN CLOTHES ANYMORE, MAGICIAN?"

• when you scoff & tell them you'd go get changed, they phisically S T O P you

• "I DIDN'T SAY YOU COULD GO, MAGICIAN. ARE YOU BACKING OUT OF YOUR OWN DECISION? IF YOU'RE NOT A COWARD YOU HAVE TO STICK TO IT, PET"

• proceeds to drag you wherever they go to show you off & always finds a way to keep their hands on you (they prolly also start carrying you on their shoulder at some point)

• will probably try to convince you to fight because you "have to look the part", your call if you want to humor the smol anger issues gremlin or not

• at the end of the day, they'd unabashedly ask you to keep the gauntlets on for later 👀

💉quaestor valdemar

• “oh what do we have here?”

• dr uwu is already more or less accustomed to seeing you in medical gear given the amount time you spend together in the dungeons (loveliest place for play dates mind you) but seeing you in their clothes is indeed something new

• a little confused at first but they got the spirit

• might tilt their head when they see you at first, then circle around you with that little cute smug smirk on their face to inspect you throughly and take you in from all angles [ I'm looking: respectfully 😌 ] just like a cat

• MOST IMPORTANTLY!! you know how they got those two cute bandaged silly cones on their head right??? there's no way you could get those to stand upright so you just kinda bandaged your head & gave up on trying to replicate the exact look but,, dr uwu notices & they're like ay no capt'n this ain't gonna fly here

• “now, now little magician we simply can't have that. a job half done is only half the fun after all” and they actually!!! make you sit down!!! reach out behind you!!! and start working on the bandages!!! braiding your hair!!! tucking them in!!! giving you their trademark cape!!!! yes i'm melting as i write this

• they too would appreciate having you around just to observe everyone's reactions to you both casually walking through the palace (shockingly) or in the dungeons while wearing matching clothes

• power couple tbh you'd have fun intimidating & unsettling every poor soul unlucky enough to encounter you on their path

• “are you having fun, my little magician? you seem to amuse yourself quite easily”

• at the end of the day if you ask nicely they may accept to lend them to you some other time you can tell they actually had quite a bit of fun too even if they don't say so out loud

🐛praetor vlastomil

• “s/o! what a lovely sight for sore eyes!”

• one word: e c s t a t i c

• def appreciates the gesture and gets quite vocal about it,, this worm baby will shower you with compliments and attention all day

• prepare yourself to be paraded around all day while vlastomil stops random servants just to say things along the lines of “look at my gorgeous s/o, aren't they just lovely?” cue love struck gaze towards you

• he ignores whatever response random servant #143 comes up with & quickly moves on

• you know what time is it??? time to visit your babies!!! the wormies would be so happy to see you!! I hope you're not squeamish he will prompt them to show you some love too

• probably urges you to keep your head high and be confident as you walk arm in arm to remind the peasants where they stand (beneath the soles of your shoes) together <3

• probably takes you for a carriage ride to show you off some more & stare flippantly at peasants

• will fix any slight imperfection every 2 seconds, like tilting your cape so that it doesn't hang too low nor too on the side & if he's close enough he'll give you a smooch or two too istg this man has no chill

• at the end of the day he whines sm because he doesn't want you to take off his clothes,, if you manage to convince him you actually have to get changed be prepared to be BOMBARDED with requests for you to do it again for the rest of your life

#so glad a lot of ppl were interested btw #let me know what you think 👉🏻👈🏻 #the arcana #the arcana courtiers #the arcana visual novel #the arcana game #consul valerius #valerius the arcana #valerius x mc #valerius x reader #praetor vlastomil #vlastomil the arcana #vlastomil x reader #vlastomil x mc #quaestor valdemar #valdemar the arcana #valdemar x reader #valdemar x mc #procurator volta #volta the arcana #volta x mc #volta x reader #pontifex vulgora #the arcana vulgora #vulgora x mc #vulgora x reader #the arcana headcanons #the courtiers headcanons #vulgora's and vlastomil's emoji are not accurate & I'm in pain bc of it

[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.”

#quaestor valdemar #valdemar x apprentice #valdemar x reader #valdemar fanfiction #if you see a typo pretend you dont

[soullessseraphim]

Midnight Snack

(not me writing fanfiction about my ocs, gurl-)

Pairing : Baron Vultur (oc) x Pontifex Vulgora

Fandom : The Arcana visual novel

Warnings : blood ; gore ; cannibalism

What time was it? Whatever. The sun wasn't up yet, so it didn't matter much. Vulgora laid there, unable to close their eyes. They'd just woken up, and for some reason, couldn't go back to sleep. It's not like they had a nightmare, or a burst of energy, no they just... couldn't close their eyes. They laid motionless, staring at the ceiling for a while, until they got bored and decided to take a walk in the Palace's corridors. They knew there wasn't much else to do, sadly. No possibility to let off some steam, no people to annoy, no action, no fights, nothing... Gods, they really weren't a night person. They got dressed, even if they knew probably no one else would be awake right now. Or at least, no one would be walking in the corridors. Maybe Lucio's ghost. But it's not like he was entertaining, always whining like that. He was worse than Volta.

Only the sound of their steps echoed down the dark, barely lit halls as they walked around, growing increasingly annoyed and bored. They knew that if nothing happened right now, they'd be in one foul mood in the morning. It's not like they could yell their frustration either, they'd probably be scolded by the Countess immediately. Their pace accelerated as they grew frustrated by this late night's so far unfruitful excursion. The Palace may be boring at times, but right now? It's as if everyone was dead ! The grumbled as they walked to the library, pulled the familiar books that unlocked the secret passage and went down the pitch black dusty corridor, to the metallic elevator, before getting inside and pulling the lever, down to the dungeons. Maybe Valdemar was awake with a bit of chance. Maybe they would be doing something interesting. The Pontifex found their way to the infamous dungeons, the smell of rot, blood and iron hitting their nostrils. They found the Quaestor working at one of the operation tables. They smiled and approached them.

"Vulgora. What are you doing, up so late?" Valdemar asked, without even turning around, the attention fully on the dissected corpse they were working on.

"Thank gods you're awake !" The Pontifex replied with a heavy sigh as they leaned on the table "I couldn't sleep."

"Oh? why?" they asked, their eyebrows rising ever so slightly

"I've no idea ! I just... laid there, and my eyes wouldn't close!"

"So not a nightmare, then?"

"Oh please, a nightmare?" Vulgora laughed "it's been decades since I had one of those ! No, I'm just.... bored !"

"ah. I see." Valdemar paused, though their hands continued to work "I'm afraid I won't be of much help. I've got work to do. I'd like to finish this experiment before sunrise."

"As always, huh? I guess no one will disturb you at that time..." Vulgora whined "But can't you let me punch one of your corpses? please?"

"I would, but this time I need their bones intact. I'm testing a new acidic solution, and I want to see if it attacks the bone marrow." the surgeon replied (knowing that they wouldn't have lend them a corpse anyway).

The Pontifex groaned "oh, come on ! What am I supposed to do for the rest of the night ?!"

"Maybe you can sit, and reflect. Exercising your mind isn't as boring as you think it is."

"Ugh, no thank you ! Sitting without moving and thinking ?? Thinking about what?" Vulgora replied, rolling their eyes.

Valdemar wasn't annoyed easily. And if they currently were, it wasn't showing. They didn't speak for a moment, but suddenly mentioned : "Say, I've run into Baron Vultur on my way here."

The Pontifex raised an eyebrow "Oh yeah? In the middle of the night?"

"Seems like it. I asked him where he was heading and he simply told me he was going to get a "midnight snack"... He doesn't strike me as the type of person to do that. Isn't it strange?"

Vulgora grinned, and walked quickly towards the dungeons' exit "ooouh, what could he possibly be up to? something mischievous I hope!" they chuckled, the sounds of their loud footsteps progressively disappearing, as well as the distant gears of the metallic elevator once it was activated.

Valdemar's grip on their instruments ever so slightly tightened as their hands briefly stopped moving ; their lips pursed into a tiny, annoyed pout "....You're welcome, Vulgora." they mumbled, before focusing back on their work.

The Pontifex was back in the Palace's corridors, this time much more excited. They made their way into the Palace, wondering where Vultur would be : it could be the kitchen, the pantry, or the cave if he'd felt like getting some cheese or whine with his snack. They eagerly went to the kitchen first, not caring if their footsteps would be heard. Sadly, they found it empty. The casseroles and knives hadn't moved from their designated place, and everything was clean, meaning the Baron hadn't stopped by at all. They quickly recovered from their initial disappointment as they headed over to the cave. It was farther than the pantry, but they just wanted to check it first. Their brows furrowed when they found it empty, only endless stacks of wine bottles before them. They'd half expected to see Valerius passed out drunk somewhere, but hey. Vulgora went back to the main hall, with one place left to check : the pantry. They inhaled and went in that direction. Oh, if Valdemar had lied and said that just to have them walk around the Palace like they were lost in a maze, they swore, they'd have that doctor's head on a st-

As they turned around the corner, the Pontifex's train of thought was interrupted by the sight of the pantry's door slightly open, and presumably a candlelight flickering from the inside. That, and noise. They were rather unfamiliar to them... It wasn't exactly like bones getting crushed, it was too... wet and quiet for that. It sounded like something being torn, but what? certainly not fabric. It wasn't something getting punched, there weren't enough thuds... Then what was it...? Their curiosity piqued, they approached the pantry, making sure to keep grazing the wall as to not alert whoever was in there. the noises got clearer, and Vulgora managed to hear something that sounded like chewing and panting. It sounded frantic. They blinked a few times, both confused and increasingly curious, as they dared to approach further, and finally peer into the pantry. Oh.

Their eyes widened as they saw Baron Vultur standing there, in their nightly cream cotton attire, hands clasping, clawing even, at the wooden table on which laid a huge, bloody, and beyond recognition piece of meat. The poor thing was getting torn to shreds, Vultur's form hunched over it as his sharp teeth ferociously bit, tore, shredded, gnawed at the flesh and muscle, accompanied by the sound of blood splattering on the floor. Each bite was more vicious than the last, and Vulgora could swear he'd heard him growl once or twice. Their jaw hung slack as they couldn't help but watch, standing in the pantry's doorway, unnoticed of the Baron yet. It wasn't long before Vultur's hands went to hold the meat in place, it not being heavy enough to stay still on its own as his teeth violently dug into it. It was like staring at a starved wolf finding a stray dead deer, eating its meal with nothing but primal hunger. They watched him tear apart tougher pieces by swinging his head to the side, said pieces getting chewed more loudly. Soon, the flesh came down to... not much, and the Baron's assault progressively ended. He stood there for a moment, panting, half-lidded eyes looking down at what was left of his meal, and the mess that went along with devouring it. It's only then that he noticed Vulgora, and turned to them.

The Pontifex did not move one inch. They hadn't even noticed their jaw was still hanging slack. They looked at Vultur, how he was panting, and the copious amount of blood staining his attire, his chest, his hands, his arms, his cheeks, his chin and his neck. This morbid spectacle of violence certainly wasn't something they'd expected. They looked back up at his clear blue eyes, which were still not fully open, at those teeth, bits of flesh and blood staining them, which they could see behind his parted bloody lips. Teeth that were made to tear into flesh, and nothing else. They gulped when they realized that they were staring, and averted their gaze, though they would glance at the Baron drenched in blood once or twice more. Vultur sighed, uselessly wiping his chin, and only splattering more blood onto it. He took a few steps towards Vulgora, and leaned down to their level, noticing the Pontifex's gaze flicker between the slight part of his chest that was exposed by his nightly attire and his face. His finger lifted Vulgora's chin slightly. "Let's keep this between us, yes?" He said. His voice was still slightly breathless, and felt something like velvet in the Pontifex's ears. The Baron then stood straight again, letting his hand linger on Vulgora's cheek briefly before he walked off, his fingers slipping off of them, leaving there a stain of blood. The courtier simply watched him go

After several minutes of staying in the pantry's doorway, they went back up to their quarters, laying flat on their bed again, and pacing once or twice in the room, letting all that... sink in.

They'd only uttered one word for the rest of the night...

"Damn."

#I wish I could have a folder on my blog where I can separate art and fanfiction idk if I want a whole other blog just for fanfiction #is this possible? #or is my only escape yet another side blog? #the arcana #the arcana Vulgora #vulgora #the arcana fanfiction #Pontifex Vulgora #the arcana oc #the arcana courtiers #oc x canon #the arcana game #fanfiction #fanfic #don't mind me #Valdemar makes an appearance so tagging them as well #they're the only one that know Vultur eats people lol #quaestor valdemar #Vulgora did sit and think in the end #Roast that fic like a fucking BBQ

[greyspirehollow]

We lock eyes again [Request]

Pairing : Quaestor Valdemar x Reader

Fandom : The Arcana visual novel

Warnings : none

Summary : You do not remember how long it took you to finally find a suitable host for your soul, and go on a quest to find your long lost anchor to the mortal world ; the one who your thoughts inevitably converged towards, stubbornly holding you back from crossing the threshold of the afterlife.

It had been centuries. It had been too long. You'd lived many ages : through the eyes of the salmon, deer, and wolf. You would see it in your dreams ; the time you spent in limbo, waiting, patiently...Although, when you awoke, these dreams didn't make sense anymore ; only leaving behind a lingering sense of longing, a feeling that you had to find... What did you have to find? You couldn't put your finger on it...

You sighed, sitting up in your bed and stretching. Another one of those dreams... But you didn't have time to reflect upon them, today. Asra wanted to introduce you to the court of Vesuvia, as a sort of starting point to your journey as a magician's apprentice. You feel as if you've done this before. You got up, yawning, and rummaging through your wardrobe to find something decent to wear. Once you had your outfit all sorted, you decided to add a twinkle of jewelry, just to make it all a little less dull. You had heard about this kingdom's history : struck by a terrible plague that had decimated thousands, sacrifices, memory loss... It was all a bit confusing, so you had only paid attention to the plague bit. Asra eventually knocked on your door "Are you ready?" ; you quickly adjusted your attire before hurrying out of your room "yes! I... Do I look ok? is it not... a little too much?" the magician smiled, looking at you fondly "you look perfect. Now, let's go ; we shouldn't keep the Countess waiting." You followed, walking through the sunlit and busy streets of the kingdom, looking around with delight. You had not left the shop much when you had gotten here, and the lively markets, the colors, and the people actually did you some good (to your surprise).

Your eyes widened slightly as you and your master arrived at the Palace's gates ; you looked up at the shiny architecture with sparkles in your eyes. What snapped you out of it was the voice of the guards demanding you introduce yourselves. Luckily, the Countess had seemingly told them about you and Asra's arrival, as the guards let you pass after having heard the magician's name. You then advanced past the gates, still awestruck. You felt as if the sun was illuminating the Palace in a magical hue, and the more you approached, the faster your heart thumped in your chest. It wasn't just the Palace's glory : you had a feeling. Something that made you apprehensive yet eager to go inside. You felt as if you knew something, but at the same time it was missing ; you had to go in the Palace, but you couldn't figure out why ; it tugged at your heart, pumping adrenaline into your veins, as if strings were drawing you towards the place... However, you kept this to yourself, and quietly followed Asra as you both made your way towards the throne room. Now that you thought about it, you didn't see anyone guide you towards there, and you suspected Asra had come to the Palace before.

However, no one was sitting on the throne. You raised a curious eyebrow, but before you could utter a word, your master uttered a little "ooh" of realization, before saying : "She must be in the drawing room. I wouldn't be surprised if she wished to introduce you to the courtiers as well." You nodded. That made some sense ; even though you were slightly disappointed : you would've loved to meet the Countess in a more private setting. You followed Asra nonetheless. A few turns later, you both found yourselves in said drawing room. The Countess was elegantly sitting in a one-person sofa, while she conversed with five figures, which the diversity of... Struck you, to say the least. Despite your unease, you followed Asra inside, as the magician bowed to the woman whose purple hair draped over her shoulders with shocking delicacy. "Countess Nadia" ; you bowed as well. She smiled "Ah, Asra. And you are..?" she asked, looking at you with a soft yet undeniably authoritative gaze. You managed to stutter out your name, giving her a short bow of the head. "I am glad you two were able to join us for tea. Please, be my guests ; make yourselves comfortable. I will have a cup made for you this instant. Portia?" She called out to a servant, whispering to her something before the young lady hurried out the drawing room, to presumably go fetch the tea.

It is then that Countess Nadia gestured to the other people in the drawing room. So they were the courtiers, you thought, as she went over each of them, your gaze following accordingly. Procurator Volta. Consul Valerius. Praetor Vlastomil. Pontifex Vulgora. Quaestor-

You let out a soft gasp ; no one heard you. Your eyes widened as they locked with their red own. Suddenly, everything made sense. This is why you were here. This is who you had been seeking. The dreams connected themselves, perfectly falling into place at this exact moment. You remembered it all now, the limbo, your adventures from body to body, your struggle and ghostly tears, the longing, the waiting, all that for this person right there, sitting on this sofa amongst the others...

Valdemar.

They looked surprised as well, their eyes never leaving your own, as they seemed to be deep in thought. The conversation around you faded, your whole attention focused onto them. The memory flooded back in your mind, nearly playing out in front of you...

The little cottage. The lingering scent of herbs and wood in the air. The shelves with dried plants, stuffed birds and other animals, skulls they had found on their trips to the forest... And Valdemar themselves. They excitedly opened their journal on the desk, signing you to sit next to them enthusiastically. "Here ! -they said- I've found something ! I think you're going to like it..." You smiled and chuckled. "If I didn't know any better, I would think you managed to capture a frog" They snorted at your reply "I'm past that. No, look... I've managed to make an antidote with snake venom ! I just diluted it, added some... ah, I forgot the plant's name- it's all in my notes, look" they were smiling widely as you approached, standing mere millimeters away from them, your hand brushing against theirs as you flipped through their research journal. It smelled peculiar, it always did : a mix of something like oak and leather, with a hint of vegetation. "It's impressive..." you nodded as your eyes squinted slightly, having a hard time reading certain words because of their highly cursive and optimized handwriting. Valdemar looked at you expectantly. "It is brilliant" you finally said, looking back at them. Your heart skipped a bit at that precious smile of theirs, which pushed their freckles-adorned cheeks. Oh, how you'd kill to pamper those in kisses... "why, I'm quite proud of myself" they said, looking back at the pages. However, their grin faltered slightly "...but what if... what if all this disappears? what then?" your heart ached slightly. You knew how important their researches and breakthroughs were to them. You didn't resist this time : you wrapped their arms around them "do not fret. Your knowledge will not be lost." you spoke softly, hoping to soothe their worries, even temporarily. "...You're right... It and I will live on forever..." They say after a few beats of silence, embracing you back. You smiled, content to see them somewhat reassured.

With that, the memory faded. Your throat tightened and you had to excuse yourself. Your eyes hadn't left Valdemar's for all this time. You made your way to the bathroom, closing the door, but not locking it. You took in a quivering breath, the tears coming to your eyes despite your best attempts at holding them back. Tears of joy...

After a while, someone softly knocked on the door, but before you could get a chance to answer, the door opened, revealing the Quaestor. They stepped inside, carefully closing the door behind them without a sound, and pulling down their mask. As they set eyes on you, their expression softened somewhat. You sniffled, quickly wiping your tears away. You were about to say something, but suddenly stopped yourself. No. You didn't need to talk.

You looked at them... They had changed... You were unfamiliar with this lab-coat, those supposed horns wrapped in bandages, and this sickly green skin... But you'd recognize that thin nose and those thin lips, those freckles and those wide, curious eyes, even if they had turned red, anywhere. You had to bite back both your tears and a smile, as you felt them examine you. They took a step or two towards you and carefully lifted your hands into their own, as if to take a closer look at them. They were... Confused. And a foreign feeling tugged at their heart. They didn't know what it was. They just knew it was... Human. Which only confused them further. Scared them, even, although they wouldn't admit it.

Your eyes.

Your soft hands ; their thumb brushed onto the back of them.

Why do you feel so familiar?

This specific accent they heard when you greeted the Countess earlier.

Your warmth.

It's all so familiar...

Who are you?

Why can't they remember?

They remember someone, they can't say who. They remember them like an essence. A feeling. Nothing concrete. They don't remember their face or their voice but they know how they felt around them. They know they talked to them, even if they don't remember the words they said. It's all blurry. It feels like a dream...

Had it been too long? Did their deals make them forget? Why did you trigger their pseudo-memories of that someone?

They don't remember...

Their brows furrowed as despite their best attempts, the answer just wouldn't come back to them. Their grip on your hands tightened slightly.

But you do. You remember now. You can't help a soft smile from tugging at your lips as you look at them fondly. They haven't changed one bit... Factually, they did. But to you ? They were still the same. Deep down, they were still your sweet alchemist. You had missed their voice... You had changed as well, beyond recognition. You were aware of that. Those tedious years you spent in limbo had carried you into body after body, having to live as a wild animal once or twice as to not disappear... You wouldn't tell. Even if your soul was the same. They would either recognize you, or they wouldn't, and you were perfectly fine with both. Your alchemist... They were there, in the flesh. You had to hold back your tears of joy, yet again.

Valdemar sighed, briefly closing their eyes. "...I do not know who you are -they started-, nor do I know where you come from" your heart tickled in your ribs. They locked eyes with you again. "... But I feel as if I am happy to see you again". You nearly lost it, briefly closing your eyes and tilting your head down as to not burst in tears "strange, -you started- I feel the same about you" you chuckled. "Maybe... Forces we don't know of are into play?" you looked back up at them. They didn't seem to like that idea too much "I hope not... I would rather know who is playing with me like that" their tone held nothing negative. You couldn't help but chuckle again "w-well..." you cleared your throat, trying to keep your voice from shaking too much "Whether it is planned or... conducted by something in some way... I don't think this is too bad, eh?" you tentatively asked. They seemed to turn the thought into their head, their red eyes briefly flickering to your hands.

"...I suppose not."

You nodded, fighting for your life tears to not roll down your cheeks. You knew it made you look somewhat suspicious, but if they'd noticed, they didn't comment on it.

"...Say, -they spoke once more- what do you think after... the end of your meeting with the Countess, we spend some time in the library? I feel as if... We have... uhm... Something to catch up on." oh Gods, they absolutely hated when things were blurry and inexplicable. You nodded, practically beaming "I-I would love to." you said, once more looking at your hands in their own.

You both exited the bathroom, hand in hand. You softly let go once you had come back around the drawing room, and Valdemar did the same. However, they sat down next to you. While you joined the conversation between Nadia and Asra, their eyes never left your hand resting on the sofa, withing reach, and once more endless questions tossed and turned in their head... But it looks like the mystery of you was going to stay unsolved...

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VALDEMAR X AFAB READER

Notes: They/them pronouns for reader, Nsfw, 18+, MDNI, Commissioned By: @moonleaff22! 

Word Count - 3k (3,596) 

RATED - 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

SCENARIO - It's heating season and while Valdemar is usually easily able to keep their need in control there are times when they need to let out some pent up frustration, you're their favorite assistant, you wouldn't mind helping them out would you? 

INCLUDES -  Marking, Tentacle Penis, Monster Cock, Biting, Slight Dirty Talk, Praise Kink, Choking, Implied Multiple Orgasms, Heat/Rut, Heat Cycles, Primal Sex + Rough Sex.

Thank you for the Commission!! I hope you enjoy it! 

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Another hour had ticked by and the dungeons were growing quieter by the second as the night settled in. Today had been another eventful day, it wasn't always people headed down to the dungeons but every so often there'd be events and in said events things could happen, where one thing usually led to another and accidents could occur which needed to be cared for. 

You had been cleaning up after your superior, Quaestor Valdemar, the lead surgeon of the palace. An image of them showed up in your mind's eye for just a moment. Quaestor Valdemar was something you've never even seen before, they were incredibly intelligent and they had the reddest eyes you've ever seen in your life, such a smooth and deep crimson and even when you tried not to, whenever they gave you attention you couldn't help but slightly look away. Their skin was another thing you thought about often, it was a unique emerald and when you had first seen them you had to admit you had been a bit worried but the more you worked under the other the more you got used to the unique sight. They seemed as healthy as a bull, even with how slender they were they still had the power and strength for things you hadn't thought they would. You had once even seen them carrying seven corpses on one shoulder with unfazed ease.

Their hands.. you thought suddenly, cheeks flushed at the thought as you squeezed the rag you were using to wipe down the vivisection in your grip. 

How silly, they were just hands and in fact you hadn't even seen them yet before. The Quaestor only wore gloves, if anything there were a lot of things that helped cover them up and while it was understandable you found yourself getting greedy, wishing to see for yourself the many different things they could be hiding under their clothing. Another thing you found yourself curious about was those shapes on the top of their head, you had your own suspensions of course but you had heard some weird things like cat ears or even horns.. Honestly thought you could imagine the horns, long and sharp and perhaps a little sensitive when exposed and touched?

You groaned now, you somewhat hated it. Thinking about your boss shouldn't be something that excited you, they barely even saw you as anything you were sure. Anytime you did interact with them was when they told some joke that was far too great for you to understand or when you were working and they watched over you.

Bright eyes on your body and focused so deeply like they could see right through your soul. The shiver that ran down your spine just now left you blushing a little. You shook your head, letting out a sigh as you leaned back now looking at the table before you which was holding the body of a deceased woman earlier and now sparkled as if said woman had only been a figure of imagination. You hummed in slight triumph and began to turn around.

"Assistant." 

Came a sweet tone and you froze now finding yourself face to face with the other, your superior who only stood a few inches from your face which usually was covered by a mask but was now exposed to them and their curious gaze, their sharp teeth and rosy eyes... As stated before you unconsciously looked away, casting your gaze to the ground to avoid theirs which made them tilt their head a bit as they followed the gaze before looking back at you. 

"Yes Quaestor? I'm currently finishing off the tables.." you informed them and then for a moment there was silence. You could still tell they were there but you still couldn't look back at them. Then they spoke again and you carefully began to cast your gaze back to them, a cool hand helping you by moving under your chin and having you look back up at them. The touch was electric, shocking you for a moment but now your eyes connected, your surprised ones looking up into their more big, round ones. They were so close, so close that before you could try not staring your eyes shifted down for a moment to look at their lips before the warm blush on your cheeks grew worse. 

"Say," The Quaestor hummed, pursing their lips just to toy with you as they almost brushed against yours. Why were you freaking out, the beating in your chest starting to grow worse in your chest as they spoke. It wasn't abnormal for them to not have any respect for personal space.  You had watched them do it multiple times simply to make someone uncomfortable and make them squirm but you never thought you'd be put in a similar situation. Now it was hard to act like you couldn't see them, and that made them grin while tilting their head a little. "You wouldn't mind helping me with something for a moment, would you assistant?" They spoke and you carefully took the time to raise a shaky fist to your lips and clear your throat. 

You couldn't act as if you weren't growing hot, you honestly somewhat found it funny. The fact that it was just that easy to make you tremble and flush such a pretty fuschia. Your brows knitted together, you had really seen them do this so many times now.. there was no way you'd fall so easily right? They probably just wanted you to wash the tool boxes or sweep in the extra rooms tonight again. After clearing your throat you pulled back from their hand a little sliding from their grip and they almost watched you as if they were in bewilderment. Almost as if your actions were something they've never seen before. 

"Quaestor, if you are in need of my services then that's fine, no need to do this. Could you, maybe not do it more often?" your voice shook a little and you frowned a little because of it, tucking out your lip a little in a small pout. You hated how visible your thoughts were.. The being before you blinked before slowly letting go on your chin, and for a moment they sat there, maybe for a second or two before they smirked. They descended, leaning in awfully close and if it wasn't for your surprise and pulling away you both would have kissed. Your face began to get worse as they leaned closer and pressed their long, strong arms down to each side of you, trapping you in. Your back pressed against the cool metal and on instinct you shyly covered your lips. 

"That's what I like about you pet," they cooed, lips nearly grazing your fingers thanks to how close they were. "Such a feisty response, what a tasteful tongue you have. Not many of you little humans talk back which can be a bit of a bore." They spoke and while they had the tendency to say weird things these really made you squirmed in your spot. As much as you told yourself to act like you didn't you wish to know what was wrong with them today you had to admit they'd been acting strange these days for a couple days now. How to ask though? You didn't want to dig into them too deeply but you couldn't help but wonder. Then you glanced down, an instinctual reaction to the situation and while looking down you noticed something. Eyes widening and a wet gulp ran down your throat at the view presented before you. 

There was quite a lump under their robes, your hand lowered a bit as a little gasp fell from your lips. Not a second later and they took hold of your wrists, using their body and strength to push you onto the table behind you and like a gentle breeze leading a leaf through the wind you allowed it. Lips crashed into yours and your eyes lidded as they kissed you, nipping and sucking at your soft lips. Heavy pants filled the air as they towered over you, pressed flush against your thigh and letting you feel the weight under their clothes which was also strangely very warm. 

What was happening? For a moment you had believed it was all a dream, there was no way this was happening.. there was no way Quaestor Valdemar was now kissing your lips as if they craved the taste, no way you were slightly shaking under them. Definitely there was no way they were grinding ever so carefully against you. And yet sensations ran down your body telling you quite clearly that what you think was happening was in fact happening. 

It had only been you tonight, it usually was you which was strange at first but after a while you didn't mind, it wasn't like you had other places to be. Somehow though you felt like it was planned.

You weakly pressed against their chest feeling the firmness under the fabrics and there was slight hesitation before they pulled away. You were a mess already; cheeks red, lips a bit kiss bitten, and shaking just a little. They visibly looked astounded. "W..What are you doing, Quaestor?" You asked carefully and you jumped a little hearing a scraping on the table at the sides of your body and you looked down in surprise to find their hands had left claw marks, nails sharp and black. This was a steel table, the power behind their claws were incredibly powerful and wow, they were so pretty..

They leaned in again a bit, not yet kissing again but damn they were thinking about it and honestly you wouldn't argue. "It's a certain time of year.." they started and you listened in trying to ignore the way one of their hands had moved from the table and to your hip. They squeezed it, firmly, before hooking it up their own hip only making the position you currently both were in 'worse'. Your heart was pounding, you hadn't noticed it till now. A certain time of the year? "Since you seem so willing you'll be helping me, it's the least I can do for my precious assistant." They purred and once again you looked down between your bodies, whatever was in their pants was pretty big, fleshy and heavy. You kinda enjoyed being a favorite.

A heat was growing worse and worse between your thighs, you found yourself getting excited whether this was a dream or not. They looked down at you almost expectantly, waiting, and with a little huff you nodded. You were greedy, who knew when you'd have another chance like this? Was it really an issue to find them somewhat active? You didn't know and as their hand rubbed against your hip, the other ran down your stomach making you shudder before it slid over your chest. You started to get annoyed by the heat, usually you were grateful for your clothes down here especially in the cool weather that was going on outside but right now you didn't feel cold. No, the heat was drowning you at this point. 

"Good, good.." their words rolled smoothly off their tongue as the hand on your hip moved to the front and they tugged up your shirt with ease. A gasp left your lips, your warm stomach showing before them and they admired you with dark eyes. "Humans are fleshy, so soft, so warm.." that last word came out with a low growl, a craving building dangerously in them as they pressed that hand against your stomach and on command you arched a little. 

Their eyes had been brighter than you had ever seen them, watching you and clearly invested with the process. When you stayed late today being pinned down by the Quaestor was not something you expected to happen but now you were here tucked so comfortably under them as if you belonged there. This was fine, this was fine.. You tried to tell yourself, they had sought after you first after all. Before you could think too deeply on it a scent caught your nose and it circled around your head grabbing all of your attention. You breathed, the smell slowly beginning to flood your senses and as that went on you found yourself growing hotter to the touch. What was that? A heavy scent, something like the smell of old blood but you could also smell something earthier like that of pine or maybe even oak. Either way the scent was.. nice, you closed your eyes for a moment and took some more of it in, enjoying the light headed feeling it gave you until pants could be heard about you. 

You opened your eyes once more and Valdemar still towered over you, the usually calm look in their eyes had seemed faded and now their eyes were lidded and even clear with need. They slid their naked hand over your stomach, carefully digging their nails into your soft skin and sucking in a breath as a little moan fell from your lips. Something was wrong with them and you had to know.. Now that hand tugged on the rim of your pants, hooking under and making you jump in the process. 

"I'm currently going through a heat." They admitted before you, before leaning down to kiss your throat and you shuddered, tilting your head back to give them more room. "Usually it's easier to hold it all in but tonight.." they trailed off as your mind started to think once more. Heat? It would make sense, they never acted like this but hearing them admit that they usually held it in made you swell a little. The need to submit kicked in as you wiggled against them, and they moved their arms to allow you until you laid on your stomach, hips pressed so snuggly against them as the bulge in their trousers pressed against the curve of your ass. There was a low and pleasured sound and you grinned a little deciding now that you'd help them. 

Sure it could ruin your relationship as coworkers but to be honest you doubted that it would do much harm, you couldn't possibly imagine what these cycles felt to them and with how rugged their breathing had gotten behind you you knew they needed it. Your heart really was pounding, excitement flooding your veins as you wiggled your hips and they shivered now moving one of those hands to ball up in your shirt and pull it up exposing more inches and inches of skin. 

You eagerly helped moving your hands back and pushing down your own pants and letting them fall down your thighs. You didn't have a second chance to regret it as they hurriedly leaned down began attacking your neck with kisses, their other hand moving to wrap around the front of your throat making you arch with a low groan as your eyes fluttered shut and your hands moved back up to support you on the table. "I'll help, you can use me if you wish to Quaestor.." you gasped and they purred as if it was the best thing they could have possibly heard right now. It didn't take long for something long and slimy to rub against the skin of your ass, it surprised you for sure but then the appendage slid between your thighs and for the first time you noticed how wet you were, a sinful squelch coming from there and now you stood on your tiptoes as your eyebrows knitted together. 

Whatever it was it was squirming between your thighs, sliding between your soaked lower lips and against your sweet bundle making it hard for you not to press more against them secretly asking for more as that scent overtook you, making your head swim just as badly as theirs currently were. The lips on your neck soon left leaving a heavy hickey over your throat before they rolled their hips firmly against you, reaching the hand in your shirt down to pull at your asscheeks exposing their phallus against your clit, your entrance twitched at being exposed so easily and the blush on your cheeks grew worse. Really you wondered what you were even doing right now. 

"Such a good assistant, doing your job, helping me in my times of need." They murmured, tentacle sliding over your twitching entrance and your hips followed the movement ready to spread yourself more for them if that's what they needed, their patience had ran thin and slowly they pulled your cheeks apart some more showing the lewd view as their phallus curiously rubbed against your quivering need. Slowly but surely they entered you and your mouth fell open in a pitiful moan. Inch by inch they entered you, that hand around your throat squeezing as they slowly slid in and your eyes rolled a bit thanks to it. They were hot, big.. stretching you open for them, splitting you on their member and as it stuffed your insides you felt it squirm some more inside your belly and your toes curled inside your boots. 

You had been panting and letting out broken moans as they proceeded and when it came to nearly being full, they thrust their hips, slamming the rest inside as you jolted against the table. 

You bit into your lip to somewhat quiet yourself. "Hah!.." you whimpered out and they leaned down to kiss your shoulder blade,  sinking deeper into you and almost desperately you bucked against them which made them chuckle against your skin. 

"You like that? Perfect, you feel so pleasurable as well." They spoke as a growl came out of them. Then they started thrusting, grinding deep and against the most sensitive parts of you. It was hard not to tremble under them and with their talking it only made it harder. "I think about you quite often assistant, how lucky you are. You must think about me just as much seeing how soaked you are." They inquired and you shivered in embarrassment, it was true but did they have to mention it now? When you were pulsing around their phallus, squeezing it so sinfully? They pulled back to look down at it and before they could stop themselves their thrusts had picked up speed. A heated groan left their lips as the hand around your throat moved up to your lips and easily pried them open, sliding their slender fingers along your tongue which you happily stuck out for them as another moan was ripped from you. 

Their hips were smashing against yours and while usually you doubted that'd get anyone off they were also awfully precise with each buck leaving you shaking and breathless. "You love it don't you? You've wanted this from me from the very start, haven't  you pet? You're hugging me so nicely.."  they cooed as the sounds of sex filled the air and the scent of it grew worse around the two of you. It was true, so true but to have it presented to you now left you flushing like a schoolgirl with her crush. The heat in you had morphed into lava, burning both inside and outside of you as you clung to the sturdy table in front of you, everything in a state of disarray as they kept up the brutal but calculated pace, drool starting to run down your chin as their fingers sunk into your throat. 

It didn't take long for your first orgasm to be crashing right into you, you let out a gurgling cry as it did and they didn't even stop, continuing to burying themselves into you as you convulsed and came around their thick tendril, squeezing them as you gripped the table for dear life and arched around the cool surface. Your fluids coating their tendril and as it ran down your thighs they chuckled again, louder and I bit more untamed as they pulled their fingers from your throat watching the stand of saliva that came with them before breaking. Now they slowed down just a bit, rolling their hips against yours as your entrance still twitched from the aftershock, a growl leaving their lips. 

"Already?" They asked with a catlike tilt of the head. They looked down to see what state you were in; your clothes on the floor in a pull around your legs and pulled high up on your chest leaving you exposed, your messy state as you tried to gather yourself from the rough orgasm, your puckered lower lips which were still snuggly wrapped around their phallus. They blushed deeply at the sight, biting their lip before moving a hand between your thighs to gather the slick onto their fingers before they began to pick up speed once more which made you cry out. 

"Let's keep going.. there's no possible way I'll be satisfied with just one round. You wouldn't mind now would you?" They grunted shamelessly as they went back to pounding you and for the moment you simply took it, shaking and begging under them like some corner whore as they used your body to help get them off. "O..of course Doctor ." You croaked. You weren't sure of what this would lead to but if they didn't seem to care you didn't see a reason why you should right now either. You'd figure it all out later when you could think properly again which surely wouldn't be anytime soon.

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Can you please do vlademar and Valerie's with a s/o who isn't really a tsundere but looks away while giving gifts or pats their head instead of words very affectionate just silent y,know thanks❤

Sure why not, I need something to post anyway lol

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Valerius

Honestly he does it to you sometimes as well.. looks away when giving you certain gifts and blushes lightly with a scoff.. but he won’t admit it’s something he also does.

However when you do it he finds it kinda cute. Usually he’ll start to question you just to make you blush more.

“What’s this? A gift for me? You really shouldn’t have darling..” he chuckles.

Will accept your gift though if he cares about you enough. If he didn’t he’d probably just throw it out.

Actually tends to look forward to you out of nowhere giving him gifts like that. With a strong bond he might actually pay your head back and ruffle it.

He doesn’t like many people, if any, in his hair so at first he might tell you not to do it. I guess after a while though he might grant you permission and say it’s fine considering how many gifts he’s taken when in reality he simply starts to like it.

Valdemar

They’re actually hella confused. Their a demon who’s used to people fearing them so in all honesty they might not even know what you’re doing at first.

They might just stare at you if you give them a gift in that way, might even lift a brow and ask what you want.

At first these actions bothers them, maybe even annoys them because they don’t understand but they learn to accept your gift out of curiosity. And while they don’t like any touching near their horns (their sensitive hon..) after a while the might get used to it.

Yes petting them out of nowhere either causes them to twitch or flinch at first so just be careful..

Later in the relationship they might get used to your actions but in the end they might not ever understand why you seem so flustered to give them things.

They maybe scary to many but you two seem to work together often so you should be used to them bye now, right?

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