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arcne-minor · 3 years

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in which the reader suddenly has valdermar worrying about them all the time out of no where.

warnings: mentions of the plague but other than that none I think it's just fluff, pls enjoy this 🥺

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"what now?" you huff, putting your quill in its respective ink pot. their red eyes seemed amused, a poor attempt of covering up any concern for you. at first you appreciated valdemar's worries, but now it was tiring for you. "you sound like you have been gargling glass, may i-?" you raise your hand to cut them off. "i literally just cleared my throat, you need to calm down." they give you a playful pout, still leaning on your table. you sigh, knowing that the quaestor won't go away for a little while. "you're my boss, not my mother. why are you so worried all of a sudden?" you move your hand back down to rest on your desk, and they just sigh dramatically. "am i not allowed to check on you?" clicking your tongue and rolling your eyes, you go back to writing. "it was appreciated at first, but now its hourly. you're fussing over the smallest things, val, i'm not a baby."

they give you a pout, rounding the table to lounge on you like a cat, disturbing your dominant hand from producing any work. "i just wanna make sure you're healthy. it's my responsibility, darling." valdemar grins, sharp teeth scratching your neck softly. squirming, you roll your shoulder to push them away without hurting them. with the demon continues to sag against you and, with a huff, you decide to give up on your writing. "what's up with you recently?" you ask as you put the quill down again, reaching up to gently scratch at their cheek affectionately. humming and leaning into you, valdemar replies with "just checking on your health, darling. it would be... unfortunate, if something happened to you."

"well, i'm fine, i'm not going to get sick within an hour, val." you sigh, leaning back into their chest. knowing they've won over your attention, valdemar continued to shower you with affection. their sharp teeth brushed gently against your neck, as if they wanted to bite you but couldn't find the right spot. giving them a soft hum, you lean your head on their shoulder. "is this about the plague?"

they freeze, pulling their teeth from your soft skin. "what makes you think that?" valdemar asks, voice quiet. "you're anxious, val, i can tell. the plague has definitely left an imprint on your psyche, and now you're worried that i'm gonna get deathly ill or something." you say, craning your head to look at them. thinking before responding, valdemar held onto your arms before sighing. "you're right, darling. i am scared. i feel like i didn't do enough for julian." you frown. "don't worry about julian. he's completely fine, besides what happened to him wasn't your fault."

"i know that, darling. however, i feel like i didn't treat him well enough, like i neglected him and his needs. i don't want to repeat that now that you're under my care." they frown, eyes distant in memories. "val, don't worry about me honestly. i'm more worried about you. you're putting off work to make sure i'm in okay." you give them a soft smile, rubbing their arm softly. "i know, i just can't help but worry about you. you're something else darling." they say, dipping their head again to kiss your neck.

valdemar gives you another soft kiss where your pulse is, and you sigh. "i don't want history to repeat itself either. even if that means us confronting him." knowing who you were referring scared them. "you can't confront him, darling. he'll trick you, i know it." valdemar said firmly. "what happened to the count will repeat if you do. i'll handle anything to do with that evil thing." you hum. "lucio's case was different." you counter "but it's still something i don't want you getting involved with." valdemar's grip was much more firm, more protective. you knew the devil worried them, but you wanted the quaestor to find peace over your own safety. "promise me that you won't go to him, ever." valdemar mumbled against your neck. you sigh again. "i wanna help you, val."

"promise me. please..?" sounding desperate was what made you crack. "fine. i promise i won't confront the devil. on one condition, if you ever get into a situation where you have to fight him, you'll let me help you." they thought about the offer. you always proved useful, however, their more protective nature was clashing with the thought of you fighting the devil. "fine, but if that does happen, you're staying by my side the whole time."

"of course. thank you." you smile as valdemar happily kisses your jaw. "now, can i work?" the hum playfully. "no, its an off-day today." val grins, pulling you up by your hands, hugging you before tugging your hand to follow them. "you need food, darling, we can steal some from the kitchen." they grin mischievously. you only laugh. "fine, lead the way, val."

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it came out earlier than expected huh 😌

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arcne-minor · 4 years

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more modern au!!!!! chief of neurosurgery! valdemar x resident! reader

months pass without a single encounter with the horrific doctor you had been forced to wake up

you were still disgusted by them, how little they seemed to care

you had muled over so many different reasons they must have become a doctor, for surely helping others was not one of them

wealth, prestige, honor? pressure from family?

this must be the reason Dr. Valdemar must have put out so many research papers and done so many controlled experiments— simply because they wanted their name on an important article

you were livid yet still find yourself rereading their research papers over and over, entranced by their words and findings

however, you were still positive of one thing—

you would take over their position one day.

you had got into the grind of working in this hospital as a resident, getting positive feedback from all your mentors and each department head, with the exception of one

The Chief of Neurosurgery, Dr. Valdemar

you have yet to help perform any sort surgery with them, even though you had been making your rounds and had eagerly written that you were most interested in neurosurgery when asked, back in your university days

you stand next to the nurse's station, reading over the files of all the patients you should visit today when your pager goes off

surprised, you quickly look down to see if any message had arrived

your heart stopped

the message was clear

"head to conference room 216 immediately."

you quickly excuse yourself, and head to the room.

you open the door, expecting to see the doctor who was your mentor in the room. you close the door behind you, speaking before you even notice who was in the room.

"i apologize for being late, i arrived as quickly as i could—"

and then you look up

your blood runs cold

at the end of the long conference table sat Dr. Valdemar, their long fingers interlaced and head rest in the curve of their hands.

"Dr. (l/n), I do not appreciate tardiness of any sort. Have you never been told that when your pager rings you must run, not walk, to the destination to which you were called to?"

fury fills you at these words, and yet you can find no reply for once.

you stand there, scowling, and the Chief of Neurosurgery gestures for you to sit.

"Now, we must get to business. My collaleagues have spoken highly of you, Dr. (l/n). You have made rounds with them, successfully performed mediocre surgeries with them, and made a name for yourself as, well— quite a talented, if not cold-hearted machine."

you bristle at these words, opening your mouth to respond, when they raise a hand to stop you.

"It has come to my attention that you originally entered this residency program with the intent to become a neurosurgeon. Is this correct?"

"Yes, Dr. Valdemar," you answer cooly. "As you can see from my papers, I expected to be placed in your clinical rounds and have yet to do so."

"Which is why you are here."

you still.

"Excuse me, Doctor?"

"You will be scrubbing in on my next surgery. Here is the duplicate of the files I have made for my research on the subject—ah, sorry, patient—and what I expect you to learn helping from such a procedure. As you have been positively boasted about, I expect excellence."

you suck in a breath. this is the defining moment. you had the right to turn it down, but there was no way in hell you could. it was like a the forbidden fruit.

and so, you stalk up to the table and pick up the folder filled with copies of Dr. Valdemar's case study.

"Thank you for the opportunity, Dr. Valdemar," you try to say as evenly as possible, hiding both your excitement at scrubbing in on neurosurgery and apprehension at being in such close quarters with this moraless doctor.

they smile softly, though it reminded you much of a cobra's mouth. ready to strike at any second.

"Now, that is all for now, Dr. (l/n). Read up on the documents and be prepared for surgery tomorrow at approximately 3:00PM on the dot. And do try to not be late, or show up in such a disheveled state."

you nod your head once, though you stare Valdemar in the eyes, refusing to back down. yes, you may be a resident, but you were still a doctor. you may not have the prestigious position they possess as of the moment, but soon that would come tumbling underneath them.

it was determined the second you agreed to perform surgery with Dr. Valdemar. you were going to be the best damn resident there was in this hospital, and get offered a position that rivaled Valdemar's, even if it killed you.

the next day, you were quite literally shaking from nerves and caffeine. you had spent a good portion of the night reading their notes on the surgery. it was simple, but it was obvious by their notes they left no corner untouched. you begrudgingly had to accept that this must be why they have earned their position. hard work. effort.

you take one last look behind you at the hospital corridor, before heading up the short stairs leading to the operating rooms floor. you could practically feel the hospital mocking you, a voice whispering, "oh, you silly mortal, what have you gotten yourself into?"

you quickly sign in to the surgery, writing your name and position on the OR board next to Valdemar's. it felt odd, seeing your name next to theirs.

you grab your supplies: your gloves, your gown, and the mask you would be wearing.

setting it to the side, you walk inside the room with endless lines of sinks. idle chatter was held between fellow surgeons who were working on different surgeries, but this did little to settle your nerves.

you grab your own soap, and activate the sink. just as you begin scrubbing underneath your fingernails, you hear a voice from behind you.

"How adorable," the voice mocks. you refuse to look at them, simply continuing to stroke your nails clean.

you hear movement and the sink directly next to you turn on.

you felt a towering presence next to you. your heart was admittedly beating very fast from nerves, but now you felt boiling hot rage enter your veins.

the audacity that Dr. Valdemar had was unlike any other's. you knew this was a game for them. it was best to ignore them, you decide, and not engage.

"Good afternoon, Dr. (L/n). I suspect you slept well last night after reading over my notes for the surgery?"

you grit your teeth and start scrubbing your fingers with the soap and counting each scrub.

"I do quite adore cases like this. So simple of an issue, yet so much could go wrong. The fondness I have for neurosurgery revolves around its precision. One wrong move and your patient could become a vegetable. Don't you agree?"

30 scrubs. best to move on to the next hand.

"Why, are you nervous? Don't be, you're in safe hands with the fact you're with me. I am the best at my job, as you know."

it was time for the wrists. you had walked through the steps of washing your hands properly since the very beginning of medical school, had it ingrained in your mind as easily as remembering anatomy.

you finish washing your hands and forearms before valdemar, and quickly leave the room, hands held above your waist and below your shoulders. you press your back against the operating room door as to not touch your hands to anything, and quickly head in.

you make quick work of your time, buzzing over your surgical gown. you open it, as you had done for countless surgeries, gently putting on the scrub gown.

just as you hike it up, you hear a noise and see Dr. Valdemar has entered the pre-op room.

they smile fondly at you, as one night a child.

you turn your back quickly, trying to hide your angry red cheeks, and begin to fasten the ties at the back of your gown when you feel as soft touch.

"Allow me," comes the purr of the Chief's voice.

you still as their hands make quick work, tying each knot no doubt perfectly and tightly.

"Thank you," you manage.

They simply hum in response, putting on their own gown. You put on the gloves, and await for the Chief to finish.

"Are you ready, young resident?" asks the Chief.

You bite your lip to keep from snapping. "Yes, Doctor, I'm ready."

A light chuckle fills the air as they walks backwards, pressing their body against the door that lead to the operating room.

"Rumors have flown around saying you wish to be the Chief of Neurosurgery. So let's put you to the test."

their grin is anything but kind.

but damn it all, you think as you walk into the brightly lit OR, I'm either gonna marry or kill this doctor.

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arcne-minor · 4 years

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Come inside my labyrinth. Nothing will happen (smiling dishonestly)

#valdemar #def valdemar

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arcne-minor · 4 years

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sorry for not being active and stuff recently! have some valdy with different hairstyles bc my artstyle is going wonky recently

#the arcana art #the arcana fanart #valdemar #quaestor valdemar #digital art #fanart

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arcne-minor · 4 years

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Valdemar: kiss me it's for science project

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arcne-minor · 4 years

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so I did somethings..... enjoy

#OH MY GOD I LOVE THIS SM

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arcne-minor · 4 years

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im sorry for being super inactive lately! im on a bit of an art block so uhh send some arcana requests my way :3

#the arcana #art #digital art #the arcana fanart #art requests

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arcne-minor · 4 years

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hiii im not sure if youve done this yet but what would the courtiers do to comfort an mc on her period?

Sure!

Also, I’m not sure if y’all have noticed, but I’m typically only active in a certain time of the day so if I don’t get to your ask t h a t quickly, you know why ;)

Vlastomil

Oh he’s seen this before

watchmoviesandliterallydonothingallweeksinceyoutwohaveTHATmuchtime

He doesn’t give a flying F OR K if he has to go to a convenience store for you

But sadly, he doesn’t have much food so he has to go *grocery shopping*

Volta

It’s a different kind of meal lmfao

She’s really down with anything

You’ll never run out of food

10/10 would go to Walgreens at 3 AM for you

The most WHOLESOME person that will chill with you and watch movies

Valerius

He’ll just give you a giant glass of wine

Like full body sized

He also runs away at any sign of confrontation

He’ll complain about getting anything. Literally the biggest cry baby there is.

Vulgora

They THROW chocolate at you

It’s [consensual] house arrest 2.0

They’ll do everything for you and will show up in your place for meetings

periodsexperiodsexperiodse-

Valdemar

They change their texting language COMPLETELY to the point where it looks like they’re fairy commenting something on Donald Trump’s instagram lmfao

They’ll pick up any and all resources you need

They purr a lot because it “relieves stress”

They ask to collect your blood.

#i love this omfg #the courtiers #the arcana game

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arcne-minor · 4 years

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Lucio: You filthy thief! Give me back my body!

MC:

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arcne-minor · 4 years

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It’s pride month so it’s a good time to remind everyone that all of the arcana LIs are canonically BISEXUAL which is completely inclusive of trans and nonbinary identities.

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arcne-minor · 4 years

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