The Kind of Dreams That Lead to This
Viktor had been having a very particular type of dream, the kind where you wake up craving the touch of a lover. The way the sensitive skin of his thighs touched each other, the gentle shifting of the fabric of his boxers against his dick, was just enough to leave him breathing a little heavier and only served to increase the slick heat between his thighs.
In which Viktor wakes up from a dream and Jayce gives him what he needs.
Paring: Jayce/Viktor (Arcane)
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 3359
Tags: Gentle Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Grinding, Cunnilingus, Porn with Feelings, Trans Viktor, Trans Jayce, Author is Trans, Soft Smut
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A Quiet Moment
Fandom: The Umbrella Academy
Summary: Amidst all the chaos of traveling and running a cult, Viktor and Klaus manage to steal some time for themselves.
Warnings: Trans characters, cults, pseudo-incest and mentions of mental health issues
Word Count: 643
Ship(s): Klaus Hargreeves/Viktor Hargreeves
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A/N: This idea has been rattling around in my head for a day so intensely that I couldn't not write it. Originally I pictured the hair conversation taking place in a S01 AU with possible Heptacest (Ben being involved at the very least) but then I saw some posts about Vlaus in S02 and I decided to put it there instead. In this world, everything happened the exact same except Viktor got dumped with Klaus and Ben in 1960. Klaus helped him train his powers (which was like,,, the entire point of them going back in time lol) and in the process they fell in love and Viktor came out as trans. The cult still exists, the other siblings are still scattered around Dallas. I don't proofread these short drabbles, so if I've made a mistake with pronouns or otherwise please let me know and I will fix it as quickly as possible! Stay sissy and bitchy everyone <3
Viktor was perched on to of Klaus’ lap, fully clothed this time. Klaus was wearing their outfit from the sermon they gave to their cult earlier in the day, blue linen fading to white around their shoulders and gaping in the front to reveal the myriad of tattoos adorning their chest. Viktor’s name, in syrillic, curved around a playing violin had joined the ink temple dedicated to Dave only a month after they had both given into their feelings. Viktor was wearing a simple white shirt that gaped far enough down in the front that his chest could be seen but his breasts, thankfully unbound today, were hidden.
He had his arms thrown around his lover’s neck, fingers threaded together behind their shoulders to keep himself steady. Klaus’ hands were on his hips to keep him from moving. Their lips were glued to his jaw and neck, dropping kisses and leaving behind beautiful blooming welts.
Their hand moved up to the back of his head, playing with the chocolate brown locks that wrapped flush around the alabaster skin there. “Are you going to cut it soon?”
“Mm?” Viktor responded, kiss drunk and half asleep.
“Your hair,” Klaus supplied easily. They were very aware of what a hard day their lover had while trying to control their powers around the huge cult they had collected over their three years living in the 60s.
“Why would I need to cut my hair?” he asked, a little indignant.
“Baby,” they giggled, smiling even wider when they saw the bright scarlet flush Viktor’s cheeks took on. “You don’t need or have to cut your hair.”
“Do you think that it doesn’t look masculine?”
Even just nine months ago that question would have been filled with a heart-breaking amount of despair and self-doubt. Now, it was accompanied with a hand threading through Klaus’ dark coffee-ground colored curls. Viktor’s skilled fingers tugged hard enough to drag a lewd noise from their lips. He didn't go any further than that, releasing the curls so that bounced back up around the sun-kissed skin.
Klaus smirked, giving an affectionate shake of their head. “I just remember the last time that your hair got this long I caught you with scissors in the bathroom of the yacht giving yourself the worst trim known to man.”
Viktor scoffed. “That’s just incorrect.”
“Oh?” they raised a brow at their partner.
He looked over their face for a moment, trailing his hand down their cheekbone until he was cupping their chin and tilting their head upward. He placed a gentle, sweet kiss on their lips. It was enough to make Klaus melt despite getting this attention on the regular. They wished that they had gotten Viktor off of that medication sooner so that they could have gotten this treatment earlier.
“Do you remember,” Viktor murmured, breaking the kiss. They were still painfully close, their foreheads pressed together. “Back when we were kids, and Diego decided that he was going to help Mom with our haircuts by doing his himself?”
Klaus let out a bark of laughter, their head rocking backwards to rest against the chaise that they were lounging on. They were inside of the mansion Klaus had inherited from the woman that took them in back when they were dumped into the sixties, but they were locked away in the room no one dared enter for fear of angering The Messiah’s Guard Dog. Viktor smirked at the memory of hearing himself called that. He quite liked being recognized for his power.
“Alright, alright,” they conceded. “It wasn’t as bad as that. But I don’t like seeing you get upset like that.”
“You can trim it in the morning, if you want,” Viktor yawned tiredly. He placed his head down on Klaus’ shoulder, pressing his nose directly into onto the pulsepoint on their neck.
They hummed softly, tilting their head around awkwardly so that they could steal another kiss. “I think we can manage that, baby.”
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