Day 6 ùwú

In Which Victor Pushes His Limits

Victor hadn't been himself lately. The girl sighed and stared at the unread message on her phone, wondering what had gotten Victor so busy that he hadn't even opened her messages in two days. Discomfort settled into the pit of her stomach. Victor, where are you this time?

By the time the work day had ended, her mind was made up. The girl gathered up her things and stepped out of the office, nearly running into Willow. "Oh hey, boss! Do you want to go out with us tonight? We thought it would be fun to celebrate how successful the last pilot was!" A loud murmur of agreement and a few cheers echoed through the office, but the girl shook her head.

"Not this time, guys. But you all go and have fun, okay? I've got plans tonight." She waved off the boos and complaints, a chuckle on her lips. "Now don't be like that! I'll celebrate with everyone next time." She slipped out of the office, dodging the playfully thrown wadded up scratch paper and complaints tossed her way.

Outside she wrapped her coat more tightly around her and turned her collar up against the wind. Leaves fluttered by, pulled from the trees by the mischievous breeze. The sun was setting and cast pastels across the sky while lengthening the shadows on the ground. She pulled her phone from her pocket, frowning at the lack of messages before opening the app to summon a taxi. Deep in her heart she hoped to see Victor's car waiting at the curb, but there was no sign of the familiar black Royce.

One quick cab ride later, the girl stood outside Victor's door. The familiarity of it filled her soul with light as she tapped softly at the door. "Victor?" she called out, knocking a little more firmly. The door swung inwardly under her hand and she paused for a moment, knowing in her heart that Victor wouldn't leave his door hanging open.

Of course her creative mind immediately began churning out scenarios. Had his home been broken into? Had he been robbed? Was he… She didn't want her mind to finish that sentence, though a large stone dropped into her stomach as she imagined (against her will) finding Victor in a puddle of his own blood.

Such thoughts caused her to creep carefully inside, calling on all her powers of sneakiness to enter without alerting any residual "bad guys." The well-oiled door made no sound as she closed it behind her and slipped out of her shoes, not bothering to put on the slippers he specifically kept for her at the entryway.

Her stocking feet also produced no noise. The girl ducked down and peeked cautiously around each corner, somehow expecting a spray of red to greet her. However, only marble and meticulously white furniture greeted her coming.

So where was Victor? With the living room completely and thoroughly examined, the girl turned to Victor's bedroom. Her cheeks flushed a little at the thought of sneaking into his private chambers where he might be sleeping (or worse,) but the nagging feeling in the back of her mind drove her through the doorway.

The dark form of a man sat on the bed facing the window, the light filtering in making him little more than a dark shadow. The girl froze, her head tilted slightly as she tried to figure out if the person was Victor or an intruder. The form moved slightly back and forth as if panting, completely unaware of the presence of the girl.

Gathering her courage, the girl crept into the bedroom as silently and low to the ground as she could get. She reached out across the bed, eyebrows narrowed. "Victor?" she asked as her hand grabbed his shoulder.

The moment her hand touched the form, she found the world going completely black around her. Dizziness overcame her and her eyes closed, her senses dulling until she completely lost consciousness.

~~

"Dummy, what have you done?! How did you-"

Victor's concerned voice brought the girl back to consciousness and a smile to her face. "You're safe," she muttered, sitting up and finding herself on Victor's bed. Her cheeks lit crimson and she jumped to her feet with a soft squeak.

His delicate hand brushed the hair from her eyes and pulled her close to him. "Thank everything you're alright," he whispered, his face buried in her hair. His arms wrapped firmly around her waist and for a moment she was incredibly confused.

"Victor, why are you being all weird? Is it because I fainted? I probably just need to eat or something. I really am fine." The girl pushed back a little and leaned away from Victor, caught off guard to see glistening beads of sweat gathered on his face. Though his expression was as sharp as ever, his eyes hinted at an agony only he could understand. "Are you alright?"

Victor brushed off the question, releasing his death grip and taking her hand instead. "I'm fine. We just-"

"Dad!"

The shout from the other room stopped Victor in his tracks. His eyes widened and he stared at the door, concern encompassing his features. He and the girl didn't have any time to discuss the situation; within moments of hearing the voice, a small and oddly familiar dark-haired boy burst into the room. He flung himself at the girl and wrapped his little arms around her legs, burying his sweet face in her knees. "Mom!" he cried, looking up with tears running down his face. "Chloe ate the rest of the pudding in the fridge that Dad said I could have!!"

Another small voice from the doorway called out, "No I didn't!! Little Vic is lying!! I bet mommy ate it!" A little girl with light brown hair and chubby baby cheeks barrelled into the room, climbing up into the bed. She was quite short and her little legs kicked frantically in the air as her little arms pulled her body onto the duvet. Upon managing to get herself situated, Chloe crossed her arms and glared at her brother. "He's just trying to get me in trouble again!"

So filled with confusion was the girl that she simply stood like a statue, staring into the little eyes that resembled the ones she knew so well. Could it be?...

"Stop squabbling! I will make a new pudding, just go play. Your mother and I are busy at the moment." Victor's authoritative voice snapped the children to sharp attention, bright smiles adorning their rosy cheeks. With a chorus of "okay!" And "I get a bigger piece this time!" the youngsters scampered back out the door, slamming it behind them.

Victor scowled and turned to the girl, opening his mouth to speak but instead taking in a small gasp of air. He doubled over and leaned on the bed for support. The girl panicked and cupped his cheek with her hand. "Victor, are you alright? What is going on?"

It took a few deep, slow breaths before Victor straightened, the beads of sweat on his forehead gathering and running down his face. The girl snatched a handkerchief from their place in the drawer and tenderly dabbed away the sweat, her eyes focused intently on his.

Those dark eyes swirled with anger and frustration, though a tinge of tenderness softened them around the edges. “You dummy, I’m fine. And I have no idea how you managed to follow me through time, but we have to be incredibly careful. There’s no way to tell how this affects the timeline…what a mess you’ve made.”

“A mess I’ve made?! You are the one who disappeared for days and then scared me half to death lurking in the dark like a burglar!”

The outburst was so completely unexpected that Victor couldn’t help a soft laugh from escaping his lips. “You thought I was a burglar? When we get home, you need to get your eyes checked. Come on, let’s get back.” Victor grabbed the girl’s hand and activated his Evol.

Or at least, he tried to. After a moment of standing completely still, Victor frowned and looked around the room. Nothing had visibly changed, but the biggest tell was the searing, ripping pain in his chest that threatened to rend him in two. The girl turned her bright eyes on him and Victor shrugged, letting go of her hand. “I just need to rest for a while. Apparently dragging you with me exhausted my Evol.

“So what are we going to do?” The girl sat down on the edge of the bed, looking curiously at the doorway. “What happens if…if we come home? Where are we, anyway?”

Victor sighed and shook his head. “I don’t know where we are in this timeline. But for now, all we can do is act normally. Just…go play with our children and I’ll make the pudding I promised them while I recover. If we start getting closer to one another, I’ll know it.” He gestured toward the door, but the girl was completely lost in his words. Our children. Somehow this managed to be simultaneously the strangest and most natural phrase that Victor had ever uttered.

Though it took a moment, the girl eventually pulled herself together and a wide grin crossed her face. Our children. Her heart burst with joy and pulled her toward the door, eager to see those little cherub faces again. No sooner had it opened than Little Vic fell against the girl’s leg. “Were you listening at the door, you naughty little thing?” she teased, picking him up and cuddling him in her arms. The small boy squirmed and kicked, trying to push his mother away. “Come on, let’s go get Chloe and play a game while your daddy makes dessert.”

She set him down and Little Vic disappeared into the depths of the house. Cheerful laughter bubbled up from the depths of her belly like a spring and she followed him, eyes wide with wonder at the small changes to Victor’s home. Photographs of their wedding, the births of their children, and various other milestones graced the usually-empty fireplace. Little socks, toys, and brightly colored dishes hid in corners and cabinets like pockets of sunshine.

Alone for a moment, Victor again leaned against the bed and breathed through another round of searing, white-hot pain as it ripped like lightning through his veins. “How did this happen,” he muttered, eyes squinted closed and his breath coming raggedly. “I didn’t even know I could do that…” When the wave passed, Victor wiped his forehead with the handkerchief and straightened his clothing before walking out into the living room and turning toward the kitchen.

The girl had already set up some sort of brightly colored board game on the table by the time Victor emerged. The children were pressed against her sides, eyes glittering and their soprano voices filling the room with warmth and light. Victor’s own eyes lit up and his lips curled up into a smile as he watched his little family interact. Someday, this will be real. I swear it.

Soon the sweet scent of caramel floated through the air and Victor emerged from the kitchen to join the others. “We have to wait for it to cool,” he warned, spurring whines and cries of disappointment from the littles. “Don’t complain or I won’t let you have any until tomorrow!”

The frowns and murmuring abruptly ceased as Victor sat on the couch, looking at the board game. Little Chloe tugged on his pant leg and looked up at him with sticky cheeks. “Up, papa,” she requested, lifting her arms up into the air. That look on her face…it was the same one that her mother used which always melted his heart. He had no choice, obviously, but to pick up the little girl and set him on her lap. She cuddled right in, wrapping her tiny arms around his bicep and rubbing her face on his shirt. “I love you, papa.”

If Victor thought he had felt love before, in that moment he was convinced that it had all been a sham. His heart threatened to burst through his rib cage and his eyes mysteriously misted over. “I love you too, little terror,” he replied, his voice barely managing to come out as a whisper. A little louder he cleared his throat and gestured to the board. “Is no one going to explain what we’re playing?”

“Chutes and ladders, papa,” Little Vic replied, waving a game piece at Victor. “You get to be the pink one!” The young boy placed the marker on the board and handed him the dice, his expression so incredibly familiar in its solemnity. “You should take five turns so you’ll be caught up with the rest of us.”

“Very generous of you,” Victor teased, ruffling his son’s hair and rolling the dice. Little Vic carefully counted out the turns and moved the game piece, happy to be in charge of the operation. That’s definitely my son, he chuckled inwardly as his final roll was completed. “Alright, now whose turn is it?”

The evening absolutely flew by, and before everyone knew it the clock was striking eight. Chloe had long since fallen asleep in Victor’s lap, her tiny hand grasping the buttons of his shirt. Little Vic wasn’t far behind; he sat on the couch next to the girl, leaning on her arm and staring blankly at the movie playing on the television. “I think the pudding should be done. Should we have a little before bed?”

Little Vic perked up immediately and nodded, hurrying to sit in one of the bar stools at the kitchen counter. Victor shifted Chloe to hold her against him with one arm and stood, taking a moment to steady himself before following his son to the kitchen. Back on the couch, the girl watched the receding back of the man she loved more than life itself and couldn’t help a tear from sliding down her cheek. Someday. Someday this will be real.

Soon the littles were enjoying their servings of pudding, while Victor returned to the couch with a bowl for the girl. “Eat up. We’ll go after we put the kids to bed. We are pushing our luck staying this long.” He handed her the little yellow bowl and spoon, kissed her on the top of the head, and returned to the kitchen with the children.

“You’re not fooling anyone, Victor,” the girl whispered as she scooped the cold, fragrant dessert onto her spoon. “You’re the softest father who ever lived.” She giggled and enjoyed her pudding, finishing just as Victor wiped the last of the stickiness from Chloe’s cheeks. She dropped her bowl into the sink and shooed the children down the hallway to the bathroom to brush their teeth, changed them into their pajamas, and tucked them gently into bed. “Goodnight, my precious angels,” she whispered, kissing each of them on the forehead before turning out their lights. Victor lingered in the doorway, his face softer than she had ever seen before. She brushed a lock of hair out of Chloe’s face and exited the room, closing the door quietly behind her. “Well…I guess it’s time to go, huh?”

Victor nodded, a soft sigh drifting up from his lungs to linger on his lips. He took the girl’s hand firmly in his own just as an even more intense wave of pain swept over his body. This reality had finally rejected them and they both found themselves knocked into a swift and merciless blackness.

~~

The girl’s eyes were blurry and her consciousness was groggy as she started to wake. She found herself sprawled across Victor’s large and familiar bed with his scent all around her. “What an odd dream,” she muttered, rubbing her eyes and shaking her head softly. Victor lay next to her, still completely unconscious. “What did we even do before bed last night?”

It seemed that the girl’s voice pulled Victor back to his body. He pulled in a deep breath and sat up, leaving a soggy imprint where he had been lying. “Ugh,” he grumbled, hazily unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it from his chest. It was soaked and clammy from sweat. He dropped it to the floor before turning and finding himself face-to-face with the girl. “Oh good, you’re alright,” he muttered, wrapping his arms around her and pressing his dripping hair into her shirt.

“Of course I am, other than having an incredibly odd but wonderful dream. I dreamed that somehow I traveled to another world with you and got to meet our children! And we played board games and ate pudding. It was beautiful. You’re so sweaty though, Victor. Are you feeling alright? You look like you’ve had a terrible fever break.” The girl ran her fingers through his sticky hair and grimaced before wiping the salty dampness left on them across his pillow. “Come on, let’s get you into the shower and I’ll wash the bedding.”

Victor made no move to struggle as the girl slipped her head under his arm and helped him stand up. “I’ll be fine. Must have just caught some sort of bug. You might have to, to have had such a ridiculous dream.” He took a moment to steady himself and slid out of her grip. “I can get in the shower on my own, thank you very much.”

The girl giggled and turned back to the bed, beginning to strip the sheets. “If that’s the way you want it,” she teased, bringing a light pink flush to both of their cheeks. Victor merely grumbled in response and retreated to the bathroom, hurriedly turning on the water to get the salt off his body. As he stood with the warm water rolling down his well-defined muscles, he couldn’t help but contemplate the events he had just experienced.

“It’s worth the pain if every moment could be that beautiful,” he muttered to himself, grabbing the bar of soap from the shelf. “But someday…it won’t have to be painful to have the beauty. Someday…”

I'm not late haaa

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE MOST PRECIOUS BABY🎉🎉

Guess who pulled an all nighter for this bastard ❤❤

I've known this game for 2 years now and it was victor who made me download it <3

I'd do anything for him ❤

Thanks for the tag <3

I made this based on isabel my baby uwu

Tags: @anyone who wants

I was begining to miss picrew tag chains! So I'm starting one myself!! Because the one I found is so cute 🥺🥺💗

Picrew

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Here is mine!!:

Tagging: (no pressure!) @namine-somebodies-nobody @themysticalbeing @aquagirl1978 @chaosangel767 @atelier-maroron @kisara-16 @queen-dahlia @queengiuliettafirstlady @maries-gallery @moonstruck-writing @ifthiswingscouldfly @lordsister @rhodolitesrose @ikehoe @nad-zeta and everyone else who wants to join!

Words of wisdom

MLQC

Victor is honestly the best boy and I love him to death. That's all.

Mystic messenger sketches :'D

Too lazy to clean them dkfjeje uwu

Lmao another one?

I found a use for the green pen :D

So yeah finally I'm gonna post this :)

First of all I'd like to thank @vellowmlqc for suggesting prompts and @victor-otherboys for designing the poster, it turned out so great 🙌🏻

There are just three simple rules as mentioned in the poster:

- Choose either prompts or both, or you can mix them together.

- You can use OCs instead of MC of course.

- Use the hashtag #mlqctober2021

Posting:

- all entries are accepted, whether it's writing, drawing, edits, or even memes lmao.

- You can post your art on tumblr, instagram, twitter, or even amino, just use the hashtag as I said.

- No need to do every single day, we don't you to feel pressured

- You can start posting on the 1st of October.

And lastly no need to tag us :)

Day 18 :)

Victor in the rain. what's he thinking about :)

Ik I'm late but anyway, MERRY CHRISTMAS🎄☃️

I think you are all familiar with this :')

Plz don't ask about the style 🤡 I'm still figuring out how to do digital art :))