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Set in the fantasy country of Aenora. Part of the Chronicles of Aeltaeon. A young sorcerer made a choice that would change his life in ways he could never imagine. Cast out as an outlaw from society, Eldwin finds himself in the hands of a powerful organisation known as the Black Syndicate, who treat him as nothing but a tool to use as they see fit. His life is filled with violence, cruelty, being looked down upon as a traitor who's only value is in what he can do for others.
He hates his work, but believes there is nowhere else for him to go - after all, what life can there be for someone like him?
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Set in the fantasy country of Xluvia. Part of the Chronicles of Aeltaeon.
When her country is invaded by another nation, Princess Tullia is taken as a bride for the man who now proclaims himself King. Grieving the loss of her family and struggling to adapt to a new life, she must fight to survive, while not losing herself in the process.
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"It's incredible how much your body can take. That's the beauty of all this, really. Every time you think it's too much, you prove yourself wrong. You're more resilient than you give yourself credit for."
See I think. I can get comfortable with it with the idea that this is just getting some whump out there lol, and I can come back and rewrite and polish later. But if I'm always waiting for perfection on every little drabble and one shot, I'll never get anything done
Vivruh makes Eldwin take a powerful aphrodisiac, then helps him with it. After leaving him tied up alone for awhile.
cw: Noncon/nsfwhump, dissociation. Lmk if I need to tag anything else!
It wasn't uncommon for Vivruh to leave Eldwin⌠tied up and in position. Often there were toys to keep him stretched open and ready for his return. Other times he was just left there waiting, staring at the dull ceiling counting every agonising second until he returned.
This time was different. And it was the worst of all.
The rope burned into his ankles and wrists, scraping off skin as he writhed against it, desperately trying to ease this twisted feeling of need. The fire between his legs, a warmth flooding his body like a raging river through the streets with all its destruction. No matter how he twisted and strained he couldn't stop it. He was left begging, pleading, desperate for him to come home and put an end to it, he couldn't take it, he didn't want this.
And that was the plan.
"Look what a mess you are," Vivruh tutted, placing his fingers between Eldwin's legs. Eldwin bucked into his touch, a ravaging hunger, a yearning, but all he did was hold up his glistening fingers with a smirk. "How can you say you didn't miss me?"
"Please," Eldwin whined, and it seemed to echo in every reflection around him, mirrors shining above, around, a never-ending prison."It's been hours-"
"Mmm." Vivruh slowly sucked the gathered slick off his fingers, his eyes boring into Eldwin's as he did. "Poor thing. You must be so desperate."
The tone of his voice made Eldwin pause. He stared back at Vivruh in horror, as if the weight of his situation was crashing down all over again. He tore his gaze away, back up to ceiling - the mirror, forcing him to make eye contact with himself, his flushed face, panting lips. He clamped his mouth shut and closed his eyes, trying in vain to squeeze his thighs together. It had to stop. He needed it to stop. He didn't want this, he didn't want this, he's not supposed to feel like this-
"Really?" That voice again, winding around his neck like a serpent, his lungs burned, he couldn't breathe. "I think you want it." Those fingers prodded between his legs again, then were pressed to his own lips that instinctively parted. "Taste it. That's all you."
"Please," he whimpered, and the pathetic sound made him want to set his throat on fire, damage it enough that he can never make another sound. "I'm sorry."
"Sorry for what?"
Eldwin grit his teeth, jaw painfully clenched. "I need it to stop."
"It won't stop until you're satisfied." Vivruh tilted his head to one side. "What do you really need?"
I can't. Eldwin trembled, staring up at his own dead eyes, only his eyes, he couldn't look at anything else.
"Oh, well." The mattress shifted as Vivruh drew back. "If you want to keep going and return to Clyde like this, th-"
"Wait!" Eldwin begged before he could stop it. Vivruh paused and turned back.
A broken sob escaped him, heat radiating from his cheeks. "âŚI need you to stop it."
"Hmm. I'm not sure you do," Vivruh said mildly, making his way to the door.
"Please! I need-" Suck it up. Do what you have to do. You're only delaying the inevitable. "I need you."
Revulsion gnawed at him from within, but Vivruh smiled, satisfied. "Good boy. That wasn't so hard was it?"
Eldwin clenched his fists, digging his nails into his palm and biting the inside of his lip hard in an attempt to let the pain distract him, from the shame that threatened to drown him, the feeling of Vivruh's tongue between his legs, the crude sounds and whispers he'd make, the way his body leaned into it. The body, it wasn't Eldwin's anymore, he wouldn't act like that, wouldn't feel that. What he wanted didn't matter, he had no control of it. It was Vivruh's, now. Eldwin was just trapped inside.
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Vivruh making Eldwin tell him details of all his previous assaults partners, and if Eldwin lies or says he can't remember - even if he actually can't - Vivruh drags it from him anyway
･°(°¯áˇâ ¯ᡠ°)°･ Can we put Eldwin a very comfy bed, wrap him with comfy blankets, put a tray of tasty food and water close to him, and let him sleep and eat away the pain and discomfort after Vivruh is done with him for the night? As a magical treat.
You know what Anon? Let's give the poor boy a nice rest. He needs it </3
I wrote this while sleepy so forgive me, but it's just a little something to give him some comfort.
This has to be some kind of fae trick. It was the only explanation. Vivruh wasn't even in the room; he'd left Eldwin tied up in that wretched mirror room. From every angle, walls and ceiling, even the floor, surrounded by reflections of someone that wore his body, it couldn't be him, he couldn't be like that.
He knows he shouldn't trust it. Not the bed carefully made with soft green sheets and soft lavender scented pillows, or the night clothes that had appeared on his body - shirt and trousers, comfortably covering. Not the room itself, with its pale walls and window overlooking a forest, letting a gentle sunlight through. He certainly shouldn't trust the food, a tray by the bed with a glass and jug of cool water, a cup of a sweet herbal tea, small apple and blackberry tarts which sends a pang through his chest at the familiar scent. He's not sure what's going on. It's dangerous. And he's better than this.
He's unsteady as he approaches the bed, limbs weak and shaky with a hollow pit in his stomach. A throbbing ache between his legs. His hand hovers over the drawer, before he quickly yanks it open only to find it empty. The next one is empty, too. He carefully peels back the sheets, where a warming bottle heats the bed. Nothing about this is right, it doesn't make any sense.
But for some reason, it's tempting. Like a siren's call, knowing deep down you shouldn't, but you can't resist.
A gentle prrrp catches his attention. He looks down to see a black cat. She jumps up on the bed and sits there, looking at him expectantly.
Aconite. His throat is sore and his voice hoarse, but she understands anyway. She always does. She rubs her head against his hand, and he gingerly sits beside her. She bites the edge of a blanket and tries to drag it to him. It's a little heavy, but he gets the hint. He wraps it around his shoulders, a pleasant weight embracing him. This isn't right. But whatever happens, he can surely find his way out of it. What's the harm in indulging a little, this once?
âŚHe's so tired.
That's right. He should rest. If he was in a better state of mind, perhaps he would protest the sense of calm washing over him. But he is so tired. Why does he bother?
You are one of us. Let us care for you, just for a little while.
Aconite nudges his hand again, brushing against the bedside table with the tray of food. Eat. Drink. You need your strength.
It tastes like home. If he wasn't so exhausted, he might cry. Every bite is a reminder of a time long passed, and he tries to cement it into his mind, wondering if he'll ever see any of it again. Cool water soothes his throat, and the sweet tea relaxes his aching muscles. He curls up on the warm mattress, blankets draped over him, hot water bottle hugged to his chest. Aconite settles beside him, her gentle purr filling the otherwise quiet room. This can't be right. It can't be real. If it is, he's in serious trouble.
Rest now, child. For this one night, let us ease your burdens.
His body trembles, covered in bruises old and new. It's been a long time since he's slept well, slept at all. But this night he sleeps through soundly, his dreams peaceful, finally given the chance to recuperate. It's not enough, knowing what he's come from, where he's going. But it's all they can give.
OKAY. After fighting for my FUCKING LIFE here is the first part with Warren and Aster <3 We kinda just get right into it haha
CW: NSFW, NONCON, implied past noncon, kidnapping, intimate whumper, stalking
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Aster looked around the room heâd woken up in, his eyes wide. It was like his own bedroom, back in the apartment he shared with his cousin and his roommate, but at the same time⌠not.
The bed heâd woken up on was bigger than his own, but the sheets and blankets were similar earthy shades of brown and green, even the plushies and soft leaf shaped throw pillows were identical to the ones on his own bed. There was a nightstand beside him, with a lamp just like the one on his nightstand at home, with the flower shaped lampshade he loved so much. Above him where dragonfly shaped string lights, which also hung above his bed at home, and on the wall was the same fabric scroll that hung next to his own bed, with detailed pictures of flowers, each clearly labeled.
âWhat in the fuckâŚâ He murmured, his heart racing. He tried to get up and explore the rest of the basement, there was a small couch and a tv against the other wall, and another door opened to a bathroom, but before he could even get all the way off the bed something caught his ankle abruptly and sent him tumbling to the floor, he landed awkwardly, half off and half still on the bed. He twisted around to see a metal cuff secured around his ankle, a short chain locked to the bed frame so he couldnât go far. It was a struggle, but he managed to get himself back on the bed, taking a closer look at the cuff only to find it was locked with a padlock, there was no way he was getting it off himself.
He anxiously looked around, trying to make sense of the situation. He remembered walking home from work in the rain, he remembered feeling anxious, feeling like he was being watched, and then⌠he remembered Warren. One of his professors, Warren Calloway, a nice man heâd always felt comfortable around. He remembered Warren offering him a ride, insisting it was unsafe to walk alone, only to take him somewhere secluded, drag him back to the car when he tried to run, and drug him so he fell unconscious. Warren had done this to him, judging by the look of things, Warren had been planning this for some time, and now, he would have to wait on him if he wanted any answers. As badly as he wanted to know what was going on, he also dreaded seeing that man again.
He tried to think of another way out, he pulled open the drawer in the nightstand hoping to find something he could attempt to pick the lock or break the chain with, but he wasnât that lucky. All he found were condoms, lube, and a pair of handcuffs. His stomach turned, any hope he had of this being something other than the worst case scenario was shattered instantly. He was all the more desperate to escape, he started inspecting the cuff again, looking for a weak point in the chain, anything. His hands were shaking, his heart pounding, he was so focused on finding a way out that when the door across the room finally opened, it startled him. He gasped, his head shot up to see Warren, walking casually into the room.
âIâm glad to see youâre awake.â He said it like this was⌠nothing. Like there was nothing odd about the situation, as if heâd just let Aster crash on his couch after a rough night. He was calm, friendly even, nothing like the cold, scary man Aster had seen before heâd passed out. This just scared him even more.
âW-WarrenâŚ?â He stammered, looking around anxiously. âWhat- what is all this?â
âDo you like it?â Warren asked, he sat down on the edge of the bed, which prompted Aster to push himself further into the corner. âI tried my best to get it as close as possible to your bedroom, I wanted you to feel at home.â
âLike it?â Aster asked, his eyebrows raised. âWhat are you- what do you mean like it?!â He cried, hugging one of the leaf shaped pillows close to his chest. âHow did you even do this- have you been in my fucking room?!â
âOf course not.â Warren said, he was giving Aster a look as if he were odd for even thinking that. He took his phone from his pocket, Aster watched as he swiped across the screen before showing him one of his own social media accounts, the last post heâd made was yesterday, showing off his outfit in the mirror. In the background, his bed was clearly visible, as were the lamp on his nightstand, and the dragonfly lights above his bed. He knew very well that he had even more pictures up that wouldâve shown more angles of his room. âYou share quite a bit online. I was able to piece it all together from your posts alone.â
âHow⌠How long have you been planning thisâŚ?â He asked, his voice wavering, and Warren smiled at him, kind, affectionate even, and very unnerving in these circumstances.
âSince the first time I laid eyes on you.â He said, setting his phone down on the nightstand. Aster felt a chill run up his spine. âBack in September, the first time I saw you in my class, I knew I had to have you to myself.â He moved closer to him, and again Aster tried to push himself back, but he was already as far into the corner as he could get. âYou were so beautiful, and then when I saw you again at the start of this semester, I knew you mustâve felt the same way.â At this point he had Aster trapped against the wall, Aster flinched when he raised his hand but he only placed it against his face, his thumb caressing his cheek.
âI didnât!â Aster cried, his heart racing. âI just- I just needed the fucking class, and I thought you were a nice professor, not- not a goddamn freak!â He swore he saw the corner of Warrenâs mouth twitch, that smile threatening to fall.
âThatâs fine.â He said calmly. âYou can learn. Youâve always been so smart.â He brushed his hair back from his face, and then he leaned in and kissed him. Despite everything in his body telling him to push him away, to bite him, to fight back, Aster simply⌠froze.
Oh god. Oh god no. This canât be happening. Not again, please, dear god not again, He silently begged, tears welling up in his eyes. He was too scared too move, too scared of what might happen to him if Warren thought he was resisting, all he could do was sit there and let him kiss him, clutching that pillow to his chest still, the only thing providing him some small sense of comfort in this moment. And even that couldnât last very long, as Warren pulled back, he pried the pillow from Asterâs hands and tossed it aside.
âNow baby, I donât want to hurt youâŚâ He said, resting his hand on Asterâs thigh.
âYou already hurt me.â He said, his voice shaking. Warren ignored him.
âSo I need you to behave for me. Itâll feel good for you too, I promise.â He said, he pulled Aster by the hips so he was laying down, staring up at him in horror.
âWarren- Warren, please, please noâŚâ His voice cracked, he didnât even care, he was terrified.
âItâs alright, Iâm going to take good care of you.â Warren said, he undid the button on his pants, in a panic Aster tried to push his hands away and Warren sighed. He straddled his legs to hold him down and reached for the drawer in the nightstand, Asterâs heart sank. Heâd forgotten about the handcuffs.
âWait- wait please!â He cried as Warren took them out, locking one around one wrist. âPlease, I- Iâll have sex with you! Iâll do it, Iâll have sex with you, just please- please donât restrain me! I swear it, Iâll do- Iâll do whatever you want me to if you jus-just let me go home after.â He begged, and Warren smiled at him, his head tilted slightly, like heâd just said something adorable and amusing.
âOh, sweetheart. You are home.â He told him, and Aster sobbed. He pulled the chain through the bars of the headboard and then locked the cuff around his other wrist, having to wrestle his arm above his head as Aster desperately tried to push him away. He still yanked against the handcuffs, the metal bit into his skin, he didnât care, he just wanted out.
âLet me go!â He cried, pulling as if he could somehow break the chain, twisting and thrashing beneath Warren in an attempt to buck him off.
âHey- hey, look at me,â Warren said, heâd placed his hand on his cheek again, âYou need to relax, youâre going to be alright. Take a deep breath now-â
âNo!â Aster screamed, he didnât want to hear a word he had to say, he just wanted this to stop. Warren had run out of patience with him, he drew back and slapped him across the face, doing so a second time when Aster didnât stop wailing. He roughly grabbed him by the face and leaned down so they were close, his eyes narrowed.
*âListen to me,â* He warned, âI can make this nice for you, or I can make it very, very painful. Iâm sure you know which one youâd prefer, so stop throwing a fucking fit and be good.â He growled. Aster whimpered, his jaw clenched as he struggled to hold back his sobs, and he reluctantly nodded.
Tears continued to stream down his face while Warren got off his legs, only so he could unzip his pants, pulling his pants and boxers off him. Of course they caught on the chain, but that ultimately didnât matter, they were no longer an obstacle to Warren. He did the same with his shirt, pushing it over his head and arms until it caught at his wrists, leaving him completely exposed. Aster had to squeeze his eyes shut, he couldnât stand to look at Warrenâs face, he was looking over his body hungrily, Aster wasnât entirely sure if he was about to fuck him or about to take a bite out of him like an animal.
Warren forced his legs apart, though Aster resisted at first, he was scared of what Warren would do if he kept fighting. He choked back a sob when he felt Warrenâs hands between his legs, he wasnât being rough or particularly forceful, just⌠exploring. It was as if he was learning every inch of his body, fingers teasing over his entrance, brushing over his dick with a featherlight touch and causing him to squirm, whimpering uncomfortably.
âWarren⌠please stopâŚâ He whined, though he knew it was useless. âI-I donât want thisâŚâ
âShhh, just relax.â He said softly, focusing more on his cock, rubbing gentle, slow circles that made him nauseous, even as heat pooled in his stomach. He felt like he didnât have control of his own body, his cock twitched, his hips moved, searching for more stimulation as Warren made slow work of this, which only encouraged the man. âSee- baby, youâre wet already. Of course you want this, you just need to let yourself enjoy it.â
Not again. This canât be happening again, He felt like he was dreaming, this had to just be a nightmare. He had plenty of nightmares after the first time, he still did, surely this was just another thing his brain had conjured up to torment him with. Heâd wake up soon, in his bed, his actual bed, in his cousinâs apartment, his roommate on the other side of the wall.
He kept praying heâd wake up.
He cried out when Warren slipped a finger inside him, he moved slowly, like he was trying not to overwhelm him, but it didnât make this any better, nothing could. Aster tried to close his legs again so Warren used his other hand to hold his leg down, situating himself in between them.
âJust relax baby, I donât want to have to tie your legs down too.â He warned him, though Aster could only keep crying in response. It didnât hurt, but it was unwanted all the same, uncomfortable and intrusive and completely impossible to ignore. After spending some time getting him used to the intrusion, he added a second finger, Aster squirmed in his handcuffs, his head thrown back in discomfort.
âWarren, please.â He begged, tears streaming down his face, soaking the pillow beneath his head.
âI know, I know, you need more.â He said, pumping his fingers in and out, in and out, Aster felt heâd be sick.
âN-no, no, stop!â He cried, his voice pitched up, the sound be made completely contradicting what he said- in Warrenâs mind, anyway.
âI canât do that, not when youâre moaning so pretty for me.â He teased, and Aster groaned in frustration. Warren heard it differently, of course. âSee, I told you it would feel good. Just let yourself relax.â He coaxed him, but it wasnât working, his body was tense with fear and discomfort, his hands balled up into fists above his head, his body trembling as he resisted every urge he had to fight against the man. âWhatâs the matter, is this your first time?â He asked him, and Aster frantically shook his head.
âNo, Warren- Iâm scared!â He cried, searching for some mercy, some sympathy that would never come.
âYou donât need to be scared, Iâm not going to hurt you.â He told him again.
You are hurting me. Youâre hurting me right now. Please, just let me wake up. I donât want to be here, let me wake up already.
Warren took his time fingering him, Aster whined and moaned when he rubbed his dick while his fingers were still inside him, as much as he hated it, his body reacted anyway. His face was flushed, he was burning up even in the cold basement air. Warren was still talking to him, but he did his best to tune it out. He shuddered when Warren finally pulled his hand away, taking a deep, shaky breath to try and calm himself down, but of course, it wasnât over. Warren shifted, he heard the sound of a belt buckle being undone, a zipper pulled down, he bit his lip, his body trembling as he cried.
âCome on pretty boy, open your eyes now.â He told him, holding Aster by the hip to position him the way he wanted. Aster shook his head, he didnât want to have to see it happen, as long as his eyes were closed he could continue to believe it was all just a bad dream. Warren dug his nails into his skin, and when Aster only squirmed in discomfort he was grabbed by the face, Warren tightly gripping his jaw. âI said open your fucking eyes.â He ordered, and finally, reluctantly, Asterâs teary eyes fluttered open, looking at Warrenâs own flushed face. He still had that look on his face, looking at Aster like he wanted to devour him. âThatâs better. Keep them open, okay?â
âPlease donâtâŚâ He whimpered, a final, weak attempt that he knew wouldnât get him anywhere. Warren was partially undressed now, he had his cock in his hand. He was already hard, Aster couldnât keep watching but he was also scared of angering Warren so instead he looked away, up at the ceiling. His breath hitched as Warren pushed inside him, again slow, giving him time to adjust, but no amount of âcareâ could change what was happening here, what Warren was doing to him. He cried with the first full thrust, and Warren swore under his breath, every sound Aster made only spurred him on. He held his hips tight enough to bruise, Aster could feel him watching him, studying his face. He didnât know if he was giving him what he wanted, if he was reacting the way he was âmeantâ to, he didnât care, he just continued to stare up at the ceiling, at the dragonfly lights, tears rolling down his face.
whumpee in an open-mouth gag thatâs so big or cranked so wide if itâs adjustable that their mouth is just⌠forced obscenely open and their jaw is in agony within minutes. and it goes on and on. maybe theyâre assaulted, maybe toys or some part of whumperâs body is forced down their throat. maybe itâs just a method of humiliating whumpee.
whatever the reason, it hurts. it hurts so fucking badly. and it hurts for a long time after the gag is removed, too. thereâs lasting damage. the pain never quite leaves, whumpeeâs jaw is exhausted and it clicks and gets stuck and it hurts, it hurts.
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Thinking about why Eldwin reacts more to SA than anything else, why he won't react to broken bones or flinch when the cruellest whip is taken out, but Pierce or Vivruh so easily reduce him to tears. And it usually is those two, even though he's been assaulted by others.
Every other punishment is usually a test of some sort. It will be worse if he reacts. Sometimes he has to resort to reacting with Clyde a little, a whimper here, let himself gasp for breath, leave Clyde feeling Powerful and satisfied, but god if he started crying, there would be hell to pay. And if the pain isn't a punishment, if it's another part of work, then he's not going to be vulnerable then either. He can't be. He's supposed to be strong, he's a tool, a weapon, and he's going to act like it. He plays his role well.
And he does with Vivruh and Pierce too. In a different way. There his reactions are wanted, it's inevitable, it's the point. It's not necessarily him acting, although he certainly plays it up sometimes especially for Vivruh. It's more him letting his walls down. Because Vivruh will push through them anyway, and Pierce will keep going and going until they break. And frankly, keeping them up is exhausting. He needs to use that strength elsewhere, save it for when it can actually protect him. And on making sure he doesn't lose it completely.
I think Vivruh was a little disappointed that Eldwin was already so experienced when they met. But he later was happy for it, because it pushed him to find new things he could show Eldwin. Vivruh was already very into kink stuff, but he still found new things to try with Eldwin for the first time, and at least on Vivruh's part, there's that added bond of trying something new with a partner for both of their first time. He credits Eldwin for bringing back his passion, and it's a big part of his attachment to Eldwin, why he hasn't discarded him already.
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Whumper forcing their fingers deep into whumpee's mouth until they choke and gag, over and over. Over time whumpee learns how to breathe past the intrusion, and their gag reflex is slowly trained out.
"I didn't have to do this for you, you know," Whumper tells them in between sessions. "You'll thank me later."
When I think about the figure skating AU, I can only think of the training part. You need to stretch a lot, do a lot of exercises on the floor and on the ice that requires good posture. Thinking about Vivruh "helping" Eldwin with the training. Wandering hands, fixing a posture that is already good, holding onto Eldwin's waist or pelvic area to "ensure he does the exercise right", holding him from behind when doing opening stretches (idk the name in English, but the ones where you stretch opening your pelvic area) and Eldwin feeling his bulge, "helping" him with those stretches that someone needs to stand on your legs to keep them down or something and Vivruh crotch being quite literally in Eldwin face, massaging Eldwin's thighs to "relieve tension" and "well, I still think you're tense, so maybe you want me to relieve the tense someplace else, hm?". Also, plain whump with this, making Eldwin overstretched, or do too much repetitive exercises to the point he's shaking. Eldwin doing one of the exercises he needs to bend over or open his legs and "well, you looked so pretty offering yourself to me, how could I not fuck you?"
To honor the vibrator anon; some exercises you need to hold position for minutes, or relax a part of your body, or engage in your core, and a vibrator would fuck this up a lot. "Everyone else is done with their stretching and you're still here because you keep messing up, focus". Eldwin moaning, from pain or forced pleasure, and Vivruh scolding him because "Do you not take your training seriously?" or being delighted "Oh, so that's what it is. You waited everyone to leave so you could be a slut?". The aftermath of an orgasm makes the muscles clench and become stiff, so "Oh no, now we have to stretch all over again..."
Someone said something about a leotard, no? Well, Vivruh making Eldwin wear one, even if only in training, to "make sure he's stretching to his maximum" and to "make it easier to correct the posture". "Clothes always get in the way, right?". Easy to just... pull it to the side, if so needed, if Eldwin isn't wearing a termic sock or something.
Every time Eldwin has a duo choreography, Vivruh making sure to double practice just the two of them, to "make sure you're actually doing it right", as an excuse to touch Eldwin more, to run his hands, to hold onto his intimate area as it is sometimes needed to raise a skater, to whisper in his ear. "Does your partner touch you like this, too? How could they resist not to, having your body pressed against theirs? If not yet, it's just a matter of time." And now Eldwin has a paranoia that all duo partners want to touch him like that of fuck him.
That's my collaboration to this AU, thank you for listening to my yap.
YES YES YES. THIS IS PERFECT.
That's just like Vivruh, to turn everything sexual, make everything uncomfortable. Eldwin's been doing this for years, skaters have to start young; what once was so normal now feels so obscene, every studying eye and helpful guidance, even the genuine well meaning ones that would never have bothered him before now just feels violating. Everyday practice makes him feel like he's doing something disgusting, that he's disgusting, inviting. Trying to find alternative exercises, but of course Vivruh knows what's best, "do you want to win or do you just want my company? I suggest you take this seriously."
Eldwin does want to win. He needs it, more than anything, this will all be worth it if he can win. Vivruh is otherwise a good coach, all of Eldwin's best performances have been under him. And besides, if he tries to leave, Vivruh has blackmail. He's trapped.
Eldwin has to win. He has to prove himself, push himself, each performance has to be better than the last even when there's nowhere else to go, even if it destroys him in the process, this is all he has! Without this, he is nothing. So he has to keep going.
The duos!! Maybe that's what makes Desme start to have suspicions, long before Eldwin's solo performances falter. Media would love that, the singles' rivals performing as a pair.... yes. (The fanfic writers would have a field day)
Desme noticing Eldwin is so tense, and being confused, you have done this before, right? Attributing Eldwin's attitude to his bitchy personality, the reason he has no friends, Desme rolls their eyes and dismisses him, but over time, studying him with Vivruh, they start to have... weird feelings. No proof. And Eldwin won't admit to anything. But they can't help but feel there's something not right. They still don't suspect SA, but when it comes out... they wish they were more surprised.
God this is so good. I need. I need to find some way to incorporate some of this in canon dsbfhbs. No ice skating or coaching, but maybe Eldwin does overexert himself and needs to stretch and Vivruh makes it uncomfortable, offers to help, massages... thank you anon I shall be thinking of this all night
