Look At The Dumbass Who's One Day Late To Mlqctober

Victor thru the whole date

Sorry couldn't resist

Also him laughing *screams*

[CN] Victor’s Heart’s Content Date (Eng Translation)

⌚Warning⌚ This post contains detailed spoilers for a date, 纵情之约 , that is yet to be released in the global server! ♡

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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…”

Eyy MLQCtober time ehe

This year the we put less prompts to have more time .

Rules same as last year, just use mlqctober2022 instead. You can ofc choose whatever prompt you want from last year's mlqctober2021 .

Big thx to @victor-otherboys for designing the post ehe (go check her art on instagram it's so freaking gorgeous)

Ik I'm pretty late BUT I ACTUALLY FORGOT TO POST FOR LITERALLY 6 DAYS??? AHAHSHDHAJAU ANYWAY

Happy belated bday plant-killer boy 🎉🎉💓

I may not like you much but you do deserve a drawing uwu

I got a request - Victor dealing with his partner who's a student a pulls countless all nighters in a row IN HIS OWN DAMN HOUSE 😂

I can't wait to see what you do! Time to return to support ❤️❤️

Took a couple of days but I hope you like it :')

So first, Idk whether this was a writing or drawing request cause the other 2 were writing ones quq

And I also didn't know if you meant studying nights or just playing and wasting time nights so sry again if that's not what you wanted sjxjfjs

Do feel free to tell me if you meant something else :)

I tried to draw cole but idk she doesn't quite feel like a person who'd pull all nighters like that? Anyway, if you find her ooc just pretend it's another version of her hehe

I'll just drop this here...

I wanna adopt him

Sweet update

I did not manage to survive

I'll leave this here

Look at the sweet babies 🥺😍

My favourite thing of all time 😂😂😂💔

there was only one bed trope for mc + one nxx boy at a time? wheres the challenge in that? what if theres only one bed trope and All Five Of Them are in attendance

how it happens

a series of unfortunate events leads to there being only one bed. the team have to for some reason investigate a several days long event being held at a hotel somewhere, their room bookings get Monumentally Fucked due to all the other bookings happening at the hotel thanks to the event, and when the team arrives they are told that they only have one room. hotel staff says theres no other rooms and the team dont want to make a fuss about it because theyre trying to be lowkey here so they roll with the punches and get to work and they all largely forget about it until the first night rolls around and theyre like

mc: …

vyn: …

artem: …

marius: …

luke: …

they have all just noticed there is only one bed

there are FIVE OF THEM

sleeping arrangement negotiations night 1

all four of the boys IMMEDIATELY say that mc should take the bed because of course, of course they do. and mc is like THAT DOESNT SEEM FAIR!!! and also this is a queen size bed, somebody else can fit here. but nobody is gonna let her not sleep on it and also none of the boys want to overstep boundaries, so if shes on the bed, itll Only Be Her. the boys do not let her argue against them so she admits defeat and takes the bed and then shes like…. “how are you guys going to sleep, then?”

in the room, there is also a little sofa and an armchair. luke volunteers to just sleep on the floor and marius isnt gonna lie, he wants the sofa, but also he immediately cannot resist being a shithead and says “artem is old, he needs the back support.” and artem is like “UNPROVOKED?????” and vyn is just happy to make marius face the consequences of his words and says “artem, take the sofa. and marius, following your logic, since i’m second oldest, i’ll take the armchair.” and marius is like “WAIT….”

luke: you can join me on the floor? theres still some space next to me

marius: >:((((( fine >:(((((

and they all go to sleep

mc sleeps perfectly fine the whole night. artem wakes up with a sore leg because hes Tall and the sofa wasnt long enough for his legs so he had to sleep kinda curled up. vyn wakes up with one hell of a crick in his neck, thanks to sleeping in a chair. luke wakes up feeling fine, hes slept in worse places before, but marius is gone? what? where did marius go????

marius woke up in the middle of the night feeling a little bit like he was going to combust because guess what, luke pearce is a sleep cuddler, and marius woke up to luke just Sprawled Over Him. EXTREMELY FLUSTERED, marius leaves the floor and goes to sleep in

the tub in the bathroom

the other 4 quietly go into the bathroom, looking at marius curled up with a blanket and a pillow in the tub, still asleep

luke: wouldnt it be kind of funny if we switched on the shower to wake him up?

mc: dont you dare

marius wakes up while theyre all there and hes like WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU ALL DOING HERE, WHY IS MY SLEEPING A SPECTATOR SPORT???? and then they all scramble to get to work for the day

sleeping arrangements night 2

mc does NOT want to take the bed tonight because as they were working today, she noticed that artem, vyn, and marius have been not so subtly stretching out their respective body parts that ACHE. so shes like “boys, i understand youre all very chivalrous, but i can survive a night not on a bed.” and she uses the same voice she uses in court. THAT! IS! ALL! the other four have been defeated and then they play rock paper scissors for who gets the bed that night while mc watches them and settles onto the sofa.

luke opts out from the rock paper scissors tournament altogether. and vyn wins. artem and marius begin to battle it out for the armchair when mc is like. “guys. another person can fit on the bed.”

artem: …

marius: …

artem: i’d really just rather take the floor

marius: i’d go back to the fucking bathtub

vyn: im wounded

marius, squinting: no you arent

vyn: :)

vyn gets the whole bed to himself. artem wins the armchair. marius is on the floor with luke again and this time marius builds a pillow divider between them and when marius explains why luke is like “SORRY, SORRY, I MOVE A LOT IN MY SLEEP” and marius is like “YEAH, I NOTICED” 

they all go to sleep. since mc isnt too tall, she actually sleeps pretty fine on the sofa. artem wakes up and when he stretches his neck it cracks like a glowstick. vyn slept like an angel. luke managed to, in his sleep, bust through the pillow wall and is sprawled over marius once again. marius didnt wake up this time tho, and so mc, vyn, and artem kinda sleepily look at both of them. mc is trying very, very hard tamping down on the urge to get her phone and snap a picture. 

she doesnt get the chance tho because because marius wakes up and sees them all and realizes the Position and hes like DONT YOU GUYS HAVE BETTER THINGS TO DO

but thanks to his sudden movement and loud words, luke is woken up and immediately on high alert and he instinctively punches the closest thing

which happens to be. marius

the team rotate their sleeping arrangements as the rest of the nights go by, and by the time the job is done and they all head back to their respective homes, Everybody Is Hurting From Somewhere, thanks to where/how they slept. thats team building!!!!