#dad viktor

[steakcy]

Modern AU Jayvik baby, Viktor can’t stop crying after they officially became their daughter’s dads 💓

[eggcompany]

Jayce and Viktor both wanted a child. They were happily married, successful, wealthy, but something felt like it was missing in life. Not friends, they had plenty, not work, they made themselves enough of that, not unhappiness in material things, they had anything they wanted.

People assumed… certain things. Surely two wealthy married men who’d invented biological gifts and created plant life like nothing else, would simply make a baby.

They did not do that. Refusing to consider it.

Instead they hid away from the public, making what was once their secondary lab into a child’s room. Jayce cried a lot, thinking about being a father, Viktor made fun of him saying that he was definitely the mother. They both finally felt that gap between them fill, decorating the room with a soft bed and painting the walls soft colors, Viktor took days and days, fighting his bodily aches to pain a correct star system on the ceiling.

They hid from the public for a whole year, only making a few appearances at important meetings.

But they didn’t hide from Viktor’s roots. They found their child, a small girl found malnourished and alone in a gutter who was brought to the overfilled orphanage that Viktor gave a percentage of his earnings too. They called her Rio.

Viktor loved her. Loved her soft green-hazel eyes, her tan skin like Jayce’s, her pointy little nose and her tiny ears. He loved the way she looked, loved the way she giggled, loved the way when they held her, she looked at them. Jayce was in love with her before he laid eyes on her, before he ever heard her giggle. Loved her more when she grabbed his finger, instincts or reflexes be damned, he knew she loved him back.

When they brought her home, a little bit after her first birthday, they didn’t let anyone know. The only people who knew about Rio were Viktor, Jayce, and newly named, Grandmother Talis.

Ximena had known the entire time, making sure they knew what it took to care for a bundle of joy. She was there when they brought Rio home, ready to meet her grandbaby “finally I get a girl! I get you, I get another son, but now I finally have a girl! And she’s perfect!”

Rio was two when they took her out in public for the first time without sneaking around. Dressed in her little corduroy pants and little brown knit cap, they took her out for a cookie.

Pictures were splattered across the front pages, headlines reading “Where’s the Talis Family’s New Member Really From?” And all sorts of things that pissed Viktor off.

Not for long though. Not when he had a wild haired little girl crawling in his lap with a new book to read or a picture to show him. Not when he had everything he ever dreamed of right there in their home, together and happy.

[dappergent1927]

Ivy never learned to drive

But she knows enough about mechanics to get the car working (just about) to make their escape

I wonder who could have taught her that?

The Lackadaisy Pilot is almost at five million views by the way :D

[fruity-m0nster]

hurt/comfort with my beloved accidental family

[arcanetoymakerau]

*"When Everything Went Wrong" starts playing in the distance*

Well, the artwork should be self-explanatory hehe. It's a teaser for the second half of Act 2 from this Alternative Universe.

If you're new here: Jinx was adopted by Viktor in this AU. This fanfic is available on Ao3: [here]

[the-glorious-evolution-fanart]

How do you think Viktor would be as a dad or father figure?

// Depends on a huge number of factors if he'd even allow himself to be a dad figure.

What I can tell you (after a huge amount of behind-the-scenes work) that in this version in my works, he'd definitely want to be a dad, but how? Not to mention that he has a terrible fear that he'd be a bad father.

But in reality, he'd be there for the kid(s) whenever they needed absolutely anything at all, even stepping into the territory of a helicopter parent. He'd be annoying. He'd be difficult. But he would have beaten his trauma-induced reactions of withdrawing whenever something became too difficult.

I think he'd be better at providing for kids' emotional needs compared to everyday existential needs such as who eats what for breakfast and at what time who needs to leave for school. Insane to think about. But he'd be very excited to teach kids about everything he knows, teach them morals and he'd do his damn best to inspire them to strive to achieve great things. It would hurt him very much if any kid just showed no signs of ambition. That would frustrate him to no end, until perhaps the teenager finally cracks his worldview and forces him to accept that they don't want achievements which he wants for them.

But I still think that anyone growing up under his guidance would be a little monster of ambition

[caspercryptid]

Six from the server, continuing to poke and prpd the werewolf!Naph AU How does Jayce feel about suddenly developing a case of lycanthropy? <:3c i assume it can't be pleasant

Hi six!! Okay, This is the sequel to This and then This. Viktor's Werewolf Kid Bit Jayce. Modern AU, They're Divorced.

CW: passing references to casual sedation. Werewolf-typical blood description in passing. ___

Jayce wakes up under a blanket, naked and bleary, in someone’s yard, so so far this was about in line with how college had gone. He’d had worse.

He pushes himself up slowly. His mouth tastes like copper, and he doesn’t remember much of anything. What had–

A kid, flying at him, a wolf, blood, pain, Viktor, a dart gun, pain, a wolf, blood–

He shoots the rest of the way up so hard he thinks for a second his vision inverts. His head aches, and his wrists and ankles are stinging, scraped like something rubbed them raw. He tries to take inventory. His leg really fucking hurts but there’s about six sets of teethmarks in it so that fucking tracks.

There’s a mug next to him that seems to have world’s best dad written on it. It has coffee in it. He stares at it for a solid minute, and then decides that it’s probably drugged and picks it up, gingerly, without drinking it. He tries to do the math on if Viktor will kill him harder for being rude and not drinking the drugged coffee, or for wandering in naked, or for daring to bundle himself up in the blanket and come into the house, when he realizes that there's someone staring at him.

He looks up.

The kid is on the back deck, sitting on the slightly raised wooden edge. There's a plate in his lap, like maybe he's been out here a while, eating, since it's empty. There are bags under his eyes. He’s just kind of giving Jayce a dead-eyed stare.

Jayce opens his mouth to say something and the kid cuts him off.

“I’m not sorry.”

Jayce closes it again, considering that.

“That’s fair,” He says, eventually, “Why would you be?”

“Because I've heard you’re an asshole.”

“I am an asshole. What’s your name, again?”

“Naph.”

“Naph, huh.” Jayce shifts in place, slightly uncomfortably as his leg burns, but he carefully folds it more underneath him so he can fold the blanket across his lap.

“The coffee’s drugged,” Naph says, like a peace offering.

“I know. You’re Viktor’s?”

The kid eyes him suspiciously, and Jayce feels a weird pang of something very like pride. Yeah, that’s the way you’re supposed to look when some weirdo asks about your dad. It also looked a lot like Viktor looked when anyone asked him about anything he cared about even slightly. Like father like son, Jayce guessed.

“...Yeah.” Naph says. “He never talked about you.”

He says it with such absolute conviction that Jayce is almost certain that it’s a lie, but he nods and pretends he believes it anyway.

“He didn’t have to. I wasn’t that important.”

Naph tilts his head a little. “–you’re really not mad.”

Jayce snorts. “Why would I be mad?”

“Because I bit you? You’re a werewolf. You’re gonna have to turn into a giant dog once a month. Viktor played frisbee with you.”

Well. Jayce has conflicting feelings about that last one. There’s something weirdly comforting about it, which is almost more disturbing than being angry. He carefully folds that up and then mercilessly represses it. Down the garbage disposal it goes. Flip. Brrrrrrrr.

“Hello?” Naph prompts. Right. Kids didn’t do that thing where they just smile expectantly at you till you got your shit together. He kind of preferred the rudeness. Jayce shakes himself out of it.

“You apologized.”

Naph squints at him. “...I obviously didn’t mean that. I apologized before I bit you. I don’t think pre-apologies count.”

“Kid, if pre-apologies don’t count, I have wronged so many people.”

“A rare moment of self awareness.” Viktor says, dryly, from the doorway, and Jayce instinctually straightens up, ignoring the snort from Naph.

“Hey.” Jayce says, lamely. Viktor’s expression does... something. He’d always been hard to read, the decades between them had certainly not made it any easier. But something softens a little in his expression after a moment, just for a second, before he turns his back.

“Come inside when you’re ready, both of you.” He says. “I made pancakes.”

And that’s more than enough.

[eggcompany]

momma Viktor who lets his kids paint his nails and braid his hair and papa Jayce who takes his kids on daddy daughter dates and teaches them things

Oh for sure

Viktor lets them paint his nails, braid his hair, do “makeup” on his face, built pillow forts, and does all sorts of dress up in his closet. He makes them snack plates, cutting apple slices into bunnies, making vegetable flowers, making sure they have cute but healthy snacks. He lets the kids put food coloring in everything. They often have green Mac and cheese and purple ranch dressing.

Jayce takes the kids to have “fun” breakfast which just means getting doughnuts and eating them in the park near the lake and watching the ducks. He takes them on trips to the museums and all sorts of places when they have to go deep into the city for Viktor’s doctor’s appointments.