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Drew a scene from @dads-typo‘s fic, Exploring WOW Industries, bc i couldn’t resist drawing Victor (just a warning - the fic is nsfw, so keep that in mind if you decide to read it)
drew the boys (Arlo, Victor (my builder), and Alex (@dads-typo‘s builder)) drinking some hot chocolate <3
i wanted to design the back of Victor’s jacket, so here’s an Alex (@dads-typo‘s builder) who stole Victor’s jacket and Arlo’s bandana and is very happy about wearing his boyfriends’ clothing
here’s a varlex overview!!
y’all want some varlex kissing sketches i did that i threw color onto? yeah, of course u do
Also 6 for Varlex!
6: “That was my cookie!” “What’s mine is yours, and yours is mine.”
Also just a warning that Victor breaks his leg in this
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“Hey! That was my cookie!” Alex complained as Victor took a bite out of Alex’s cookie.
“What’s mine is yours, and yours is mine,” Victor said.
“You don’t even like sweets!” Alex countered, and Victor gave a shit-eating grin and stuck his tongue out at Alex before bolting. “Victor! Get back here!”
Victor climbed up a tree, but, unfortunately for him, Alex was much better at climbing than Victor was and easily cornered Victor.
“What are you gonna do? I already ate the cookie,” Victor pointed out.
“This,” Alex said, and he leaned over and kissed Victor, easily deepening in the kiss.
“Victory! Alexander! Get down from there!” A voice shouted, and Victor and Alex parted from the kiss to see that it was Arlo yelling at them.
“Are you jealous that you’re not getting any tree kisses?” Victor shouted back. “Because we can change that!”
“No! I’m worried you two will get hurt!” Arlo said. “Now get down!”
“Alright!” Alex agreed, and he easily jumped down.
“You really shouldn’t jump down like that,” Arlo scolded. “It’s dangerous.”
“I’m fine,” Alex insisted.
But Victor wasn’t as fine as he jumped out of the tree, and a crack was heard.
“Victor!?” Alex exclaimed, and he only grew more concerned as Victor started laughing.
“That was such a wild drop! It was like zoom! Crack! The crack was my leg, haha!”
“Why are you laughing!?” Alex worried.
“He gets a little delirious when he’s in pain,” Arlo answered. “I’ll make him a makeshift brace, and then we can take him to the clinic.”
“Hey, hey, hey, hey, Arlo,” Victor giggled. “I stole Alex’s cookie.”
“That wasn’t nice of you,” Arlo responded.
“Yeah, yeah, but Alex kissed me, so it’s all good,” Victor said.
“Victor, are you okay?” Alex asked, hovering over Victor in worry while also not really being able to do anything.
“Alex, I’m fine,” Victor insisted, and then broke out into laughter. “Are you worried about little old me?”
“Yes? You broke your leg!”
“Haha, that’s funny,” Victor said.
“It’s not?”
“Hehe, you’re so pretty,” Victor complimented, and Alex flushed slightly.
“I don’t think now is the time for compliments…”
Arlo got the makeshift brace in place, and he got Alex’s help in carefully lifting Victor up so that he wouldn’t have to stand on his leg, and they quickly got Victor to the clinic.
When they got there, Xu’s typically friendly demeanor fell into something more exasperated.
“What did you do this time.”
“I fell out of a tree!” Victor gleefully answered.
“He broke his leg,” Arlo informed.
“Right, I’ll make sure that’ll heal properly. But, Victor, I’m literally begging you to stop doing dangerous things.”
“I will not,” Victor said with a huge grin.
“Yeah,” Xu rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Yeah, I know. Let’s just get you fixed up.”
Short Varlex drabble with Victor bragging about his husbands and son
you can also find this drabble on ao3 in my “Varlex Drabbles” fic (Chapter 9)
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“My husband is a member of the Flying Pigs!” Victor puffed his chest out proudly, and Susan narrowed her eyes.
“Just yesterday you were telling me that your husband has had the number one workshop back in Portia for five years straight,” Susan pointed out. “There’s no way he’s also a member of the Flying Pigs.”
“Well, he’s not a member of the Flying Pigs,” Victor admitted.
“Then why’d you say it?”
“Cause my <i>other</i> husband is a member of the Flying Pigs!” Victor proclaimed.
“How many husbands do you even have?”
“Just two,” Victor held up two fingers. “And we have the most wonderful son! His name is Stanza, look, I have a picture of him.”
Victor brought out a photo of Stanza, a young boy with shaggy brown hair and warm brown eyes. He was a little roughed up in the photo, with swatches of dirt on him along with several band-aids, but he had a big smile on his face, revealing a missing tooth.
“Awww,” Susan cooed. “He’s adorable!”
“He started learning to knit recently!” Victor announced. “My husband, Alex, tried knitting before - he’s the builder husband - but he just couldn’t get the hang of it. He stuck through with it enough to make me and our other husband scarves, but he hasn’t touched a pair of knitting needles since. Stanza, on the other hand, seemed to be making good progress on learning how to knit last time I was home.”
“I have to say that I’m a little surprised your husband isn’t good at knitting, especially with how you praised his building skills before.”
“Building and knitting are different skills,” Victor pointed out. “I admire him for his refusal to give up.”
“And what about your other husband? How is he at knitting?”
“He doesn’t have the time for it,” Victor said. “He’s a busy guy, after all.”
“Right, right,” Susan nodded. “Flying Pigs and all.”
“Yep.”
“What about you? Are you any good at knitting?”
“I’m fantastic at it,” Victor claimed. “I don’t do it too often though. I prefer crocheting.”
“You’ll have to show me some of your creations.”
“Of course!”