Victor wouldn’t say he was a proper Father figure by any means— he liked killing people too much to be able to raise a child —but you were uniquely different. If not for being a mutant similar to him, for being like Mystique.

That is, changing your gender. He knew you couldn’t shapeshift, and knew that he didn’t fully understand what it was you felt, but he didn’t make that an issue. It’s probably why you took to him so quickly (aside from being an animal mutant like him). He figured it wouldn’t hurt to try his hand at being a father, even if you weren’t biologically his, it was close enough.

He builds a cottage in the countryside, a place where the government wouldn’t be able to find the two of you, and where humans were scarce. Victor knew being like that— transgender is what the humans called it —could get you looked at differently, and he didn’t want that.

You, surprisingly, have a knack for gardening and hunting (obviously)... and Victor finds himself liking the idea of being a Father more and more every day.

“Hey, cub, ‘m goin’ huntin’. You know the rules.” He knocks on your door before peeking his head around the corner, watching as you did… something with some strange contraception. “What’s that ya got there?” He questions, unable to help himself as he moves into your room, eyeing the thing in your hands. It sort of looked like a corset, but he had no idea why you’d need one.

“It’s called a binder. It’s for my chest.” You chirp, twisting the binder around as you look at it. It was something new you’d bought, another piece of your transition.

Victor doesn’t understand, and while he wants to ask, he doesn’t care. Not in a ‘I don’t care about you,’ but a, ‘do what you want.’ After all, you were his cub, and he’d let you do just about anything within reason. He merely grunts in affirmation, crossing his arms over his chest as he watches you.