Everyone loves the Kabra family, but we only know Ian, Natalie, Isabel, and Vikram. And we hardly know anything about Vikram.

So, I present to you in the form of a very leniently written series of fics, the Kabra Family.

A fair warning: Like some of my other fics, I've previously posted these on tumblr. They'll be edited a little, some new narrative perhaps. Since it's not a linear fic and it's more of a collection of headcanons on the Kabra family (which, in this case, doesn't necessarily mean just Ian and Nat and Izzie and Vik) there will probably be pieces out of order. Natalie might be fifteen in one chapter, and two in the next. I'll write and put them up as I get inspiration and actually write them. So, it'll most likely be out of order (not at first, though).

THERE WILL BE ORIGINAL CHARACTERS

This first chapter is a combo of two fairly short fics.

It was a blob.

His child was a sobbing blob.

Lilith's light giggle filled the empty void of the hospital room as she took the newborn from Vikram. Once she cradled him in her arms, his crying ceased.

"Crying is the only way babies know how to communicate," Lilith explained, though Vikram had a hard time processing the words.

He had a son.

"So I don't want any 'Kabras don't cry' excuses, okay?"

A boy.

"Vikram," the young nurse tugged on his sleeves, "are you alright?"

Vikram, wide eyed, looked down at the woman who had delivered his son. "A boy."

Lilith sighed. "Isabel isn't going to hate him because of his sex, Vikram." She brought up a finger and wiggled it in front of the sleeping baby's face. "Just because she wanted a girl, doesn't mean she'll hate him."

He reached up to brush the child's forehead, he let out a soft coo. "Sure she will."

Lilith sighed. "Well, Hope or I can adopt him, then." Vikram chuckled. "Or just Hope, I suppose. I assume she's the godmother?" Vikram nodded. "Good choice. She'll outlive me by a long shot."

Vikram took the child, mimicking how Lilith held him to avoid another bout of crying.

He was going to look like Vikram, that much was evident. Lilith had pointed out earlier, and Vikram agreed, that what little wisps of hair he had were definitely curled. His skin tone appeared identical to Vikram's, though one of the other nurses had said not to hold on to that hope. The child hadn't quite opened his eyes yet, but Vikram has read somewhere that it took the color a few days to set anyway.

This blob of a person certainly didn't look like anything formidable, but Vikram had thought the same of his sister. Though his sister didn't exactly turn out to be the best Lucian agent. Vikram would make sure this child's fate would be different, would make sure he could take care of himself.

"What's his name, then?" Lilith asked.

Vikram sighed. Isabel would, quite literally, murder him if he strayed from her plans. "You can pick the middle name," she sneered, "but if you fucking change the first-"

(He had hung up.)

"Ian Raja Kabra."

The child cooed, as if it enjoyed its identity.

Lilith poked her head in the room and glanced around before entering. She walked towards the couch — the back of which was facing her — and whispered for Vikram. He let out a quiet "Yes", confirming the nurse's belief that his young son was in the room with them.

She looked over the top of the couch, finding a comforting sight. Father and son together, in a way Lilith never thought she'd see the mighty Vikram Kabra. Lying down on the couch, his custom made suit wrinkled, his glasses tossed to the side, one foot with a sock and the other bare, and with a child only months old sleeping on his chest.

She smiled at him, though his eyes were closed. "What are you doing?" She asked softly.

"Bonding." He reached an arm up and laid it over the young boy, like a seat belt. "He's so small."

"He's bigger than he was when he was born."

"I think he's drooling on me."

Lilith giggled, "He's a baby."

The older man sighed, though not in annoyance. "I put him down and he almost immediately fell asleep."

Lilith reached down and smoothed down the babe's hair. "He probably likes your heartbeat. Remembers the sound from the womb. Soothes him."

"Isabel is already trying to convince me that we should have another." He rubbed the small boy's back. "Hardly pays any attention to him."

"Isabel is Isabel."

"Don't I know it."

They were silent for a while, settling in the fate that this poor boy would live. What Isabel would eventually raise him to be, no matter how much she disliked him. Not even just Isabel, the entire Lucian branch. Vikram's time with the boy was limited, Isabel made sure of that. She knew Vikram hated how things were supposed to be. She also knew he was too scared to change it, at least right now he was.

"I'll take him to his room," she reached down to pick the boy up, "so you can get some proper—" Vikram tightened his grip on the boy, but only barely. He didn't make any comment, he didn't need to. His eyes, now open, said enough.

Lilith left the room, closing the door as quietly as she could behind her.