#werenaph au

[caspercryptid]

AU where viktor adopts a werewolf baby after he and jayce break up or a scenario where jayce keeps randomly flinching in the middle of viktors lab and viktors like “…are you okay” and then jayce catches the hint of naphs eye from the bottom of the table and goes “y-yeah” (naph bit him seven times before viktor arrived). or both! you rock

Okay we lost the Viktor's lab part BUT! PT 2 OF THIS. Jayce gets bit by Viktor's were-kid. woop.

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Naph thought that actually, he’d done pretty fucking well, all things considered. After that bloody and blurry month of tearing through everything he could get his teeth on, he’d had a whole month of complete calm. Viktor had picked him up, and he hadn’t had a single lapse or shift since. He was better fed than he’d ever been in his life, happy and comfortable.

Unfortunately, being happy and comfortable meant that when there’d been a form to go on a field trip, Naph had realized that for once in his life he’d...actually be able to go. So he’d asked viktor to sign off.

Without checking the calender.

And then he’d missed the bus.

He’d managed to break back into the Air and Space museum, that was the good news. It was closed and– mostly. Mostly empty.

Footsteps.

Shit.

Naph takes a deep breath, shoving his hands and his lockpicks into his pocket as a man rounds the corner. It’s the– guide from the earlier part of the tour. The retired TV star a couple of the school chaperones had been really excited to see. Naph had seen a couple of his videos in science class. He was lame.

He is looking at Naph without aggression, though, so that’s a good start.

“Uh.” he says. “HI... you. You were with the tour group. What are you doing here?”

“Nothing.” Naph says, nonsensically, and then he catches sight of the moon rising in one of the windows. Shit.

“Sorry.” Naph says.

“What?”

Naph lunges.

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Viktor had set out as soon as the bus got back without Naph on it, but he knew he was running late. The moon was already well above by the time he got to the museum, biting down a frustrated noise himself. He’s proud to note that the door is already open- That’s my boy- but he’s surprised to see someone else as he walks into the museum.

There is a very familiar face at the information desk, leaning on it, posed as though he’s just....welcoming guests at a normal hour.

“....Jayce.” Viktor says.

Jayce starts, a little. “Viktor.” he says, voice strained. “What are you doing here? You really shouldn’t be here.”

“What are you doing here?” Viktor challenges. This is not good. This is the worst place to run into him-

“I work here.” Jayce says, through his teeth. “I give tours.”

“Cushy retirement job.” Viktor deadpans.

“It’s a sweet gig, yeah. Love the little...kidlets.”

“Oh, now you can stand children.”

“Oh, come on, that’s not–” Jayce winces. “–Fair. I was just too young. I’ve got a girl now, actually.”

“You adopted your child costar, I know.” Viktor says. “Are you so emotionally constipated that your poor little heart is causing you physical pain, or is something...happening back there.”

“– you paid attention to the news about me?”

“Jayce.”

“Right.” Jayce says. “There’s a wolf. Biting my leg. You may want to run.”

“Ah.” Viktor says. “No, that’s my son. Hold still, I need to feed him.”

Jayce stares at Viktor as Viktor gets meat out of his bag. It takes them both a second for it to process, but as Viktor pulls the meat out, they make eye contact, and Viktor grimaces.

“Don’t say it.” Jayce says.

“I may need to tranq you.” Viktor says.

“–Yeah, I can feel it. Make it quick.”

Viktor pulls out a dart gun and shoots him in the neck, and then tosses Naph the meat before he can get any ideas about an unconscious Jayce.

Well, he reflects, as he gets out zipties. The night certainly could have gone worse.

#jayvik #divorce era #jayce talis #jayce giopara #naph league of legends #viktor x jayce #casper's haunted fic tag #werenaph au

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Six from the server: Viktor adopts werewolf Naph, Chaos Ensues

-claps- okay! part one of two. Viktor adopts a werewolf kiddo. TWs for emetophobia (vague), eating trash and raw meat, werewolf stuff.

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When Naph was in school, accompanied very helpfully by his truancy officer, sometimes he’d start to feel like he was losing control of himself. He was tired, or not paying attention, or so caffeinated he couldn’t make his hands respond to what he wanted them to, or sometimes just genuinely really really fucked up from whatever shitty stupid thing the other kids had done. He’d gotten to a point where sometimes he felt disconnected from his own head, and in those moments, crying in the back row of the classroom, he felt like he was watching everything from the front row seats in the movie of his life. Throwing popcorn at the screen and insulting the directing.

Thankfully, this had prepared him perfectly for going feral.

He passively witnessed things happening, half feeling himself doing them, his conscious mind completely unable to stop them from happening, no more than he’d been able to stop himself crying in the back row in middle school.

Oh, dumpsters again, huh. Real original.

He was rooting around again, eating trash, thinking disaffectedly that if he ever shifted back the first or second thing he was going to do was going to be was sick, there was no way he could eat this much garbage and-- oh, that was a cafeteria tray. That was all styrofoam. Okay. Could we have some standards? Surely the french restaurant’s got a dumpster. Can we leave the school at least.

He thought that maybe some part of him was waiting for christmas break to end so that his bullies could come back and he could maul one of them, or maybe he was just clinging to some familiarity rather than striking out on his own. He couldn’t really be sure. It was hard to gather thoughts together for long periods at a time, and even when he managed to think he didn’t have any control. It was better to just let the wolf take over. He could just sit back and let himself tear a dumpster apart. He was running out of food, he realized, distantly. That was gonna be bad at some point. He was getting hungrier. Eventually he’d have to stop destroying the school’s dumpsters and fridges and everything they’d left in the building for winter and eat someone. He isn’t really looking forward to learning how people taste. Bad, probably.

Unfortunately for him, based on the sound of footsteps, he’s about to learn.

Noooo no no no no please calm down please--

He lifts his snout from the dumpster. He can’t smell blood, just smells more metal and trash and of course you can’t spell blood you stupid fucking dog you are in a DUMPSTER the chill of winter wind burns his nostrils and into his lungs and there is another smell, something heady and sharp. Naph almost recognizes it, but the wolf doesn’t, jumps from the dumpster on padded paws and follows the smell. I don’t wanna eat people, people have so many fucking bones. There are so many bones in people. Can I make myself throw a goddamn stick and chase it? He slinks along the brick wall and peers around it, curious.

There is...a man. In the parking lot. He’s leaning around a beat-up car, and holding a grocery bag. Naph feels his ears prick up. Food? The conscious part of himself realizes that the wolf is looking at the man and not at the grocery bag, but that’s a grocery bag. He can’t smell past the strange sweet smell, but the grocery bag--

The man kneels, reaching into the bag and pulling out what looks like a tupperware of raw meat. He whistles, calls something in russian, and sets it down, open.

Oh, ew. Naph’s consious mind thinks, just before the smell hits him and he hurtles towards the container, drawn in like a puppet on strings. Ew, ew, ew--

His snout goes into the meat, and he tears into it, and it’s the best and the worst thing he’s ever tasted, and then he has a second to process that that strange smell is very strong, and then he wakes up in a basement.

He blinks.

It takes him a second-- it takes until he twitches his fingers to realize holy shit he has fingers, and he sits up too fast. The world jerks up and spins at an alarming angle, almost knocking him on his ass again, but there’s a hand on his shoulder and someone is gently pressing a glass of water into his fingers. He blinks, trying to focus his vision-- colors are different, now--

The man from the parking lot, he realizes distantly.

He’s probably just shy of 50- silver streaks in his hair, unkempt, a face dotted in moles, pale. As Naph actually focuses on him he realizes that... he’s. A robot. The knees pressing into the ground are metal and jointed.

Well, not a robot. The... strange smell. It clicks into place as Naph stares at him. It was gas. The man in front of him is in what looks like...a robotic exoskeleton.

He has a moment of relief, realizing he couldn’t have turned him by biting him.

“Feeling better?”

Naph almost startles at the sound of the voice, soft, accented. He swallows.

“Yeah.” he says. “Who-- are you?”

“Viktor.” the man says. “And you?”

“...Naph.”

The man nods, climbing up.

“You’re going to stay here.” he informs Naph. “I’ll handle the school. You are malnourished and starving. You need shots and nutrition. I’ll handle it.”

Naph opens his mouth and closes it again. He ought to be scared, but something about the way the man looks sets him at ease. He seems so....awkward. Like he’s trying to offer help and doesn’t know how.

At Naph’s nod, the man relaxes a little and extends a gloved hand. “Come on.” he says. “I made dinner. You could use proper food.”

At the mention of food, Naph’s stomach does something, and he swallows.

“Actually.” He says. “Could I get a bucket, first?”

#dad viktor #naph league of legends #viktor arcane #viktor lol #casper's haunted fic tag #kidfic #werenaph au

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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.

#naph league of legends #jayvik #jayce giopara #modern au #casper's haunted fic tag #werenaph au #dad viktor