𝓦𝓲𝔀𝓲𝓪𝓷𝓪

All content may become nsfw and is written around age gap. If you dont like the atmosphere, dni.

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𝓜𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓻

𝓟𝓵𝓪𝔂𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

𝓢𝓬𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓼

Eteri x Wiwiana ~age gap • not realistic timeline~

Summary:

Its been a long, cold winter day in Moskau and after Wiwiana has been resting at Eteri’s place for the day, Eteri comes back home. Wiwiana is half asleep on the bed as Eteri sees her and the little sheep plushie in her arms. It breaks ger heart and shapes their relationship differently.

𝓢𝓬𝓮𝓷𝓮 II

The clock on the bedside table showed 11:02 p.m. in soft, glowing digits.

Snow was still falling restlessly outside the windows, while the distant sound of traffic drifted faintly through the bedroom.

Wiwiana had fallen asleep only moments ago while waiting for Eteri to return from the walk she did not need but had insisted on taking.

The whole day had been tense. Eteri was no longer her official coach after leaving the federation and stepping away from active involvement in figure skating.

Wiwiana could not clearly remember how she had ended up in Eteri's private apartment instead of a convenient hotel or her own dorm room.

But now, half-buried beneath the grey sheets of the king-size bed, it did not matter as much.

Exhaustion had taken over her thoughts, and she was more or less deeply asleep.

As the key turned in the door and seconds later Eteri's boots crossed the hallway, she removed her coat and brushed a hand through her blonde hair, shaking out the snowflakes.

At first, she only looked at the seemingly empty apartment.

Something she had tried to bury beneath work and the freezing temperatures outside returned the moment her eyes landed on the open bedroom door.

Her bedroom.

But now it wasn't the same as usual.

Nothing really was.

Not since she had taken Wiwiana with her the previous night and kissed her beneath the falling snow on a quiet Moscow street.

The memory of the girl's shivering and the small needy sounds she had made refused to fade, no matter how hard Eteri tried to push those feelings away.

After putting her shoes aside, she moved toward the bedroom where Wiwiana was still asleep.

She pushed the door open a little further.

The sight nearly stole her breath.

The blonde girl lay on the neatly made bed, one side slightly disturbed where she had fallen asleep.

In the dim glow of the bedside clock and the pale moonlight filtering through the window, she looked even softer than she had beneath the streetlights the night before.

Eteri wanted to deny it.

To forget all of this.

To sleep in the guest room.

But then she saw the small sheep plushie in Wiwiana's arms.

The same one with the bow and soft pink details that Eteri had given her after her first major victory.

Back when they had only been coach and student.

Now it carried far more meaning than the gift ever had before.

She could hardly believe Wiwiana had kept it all these years, let alone that she slept with it.

A warm, unwelcome feeling spread through her chest.

As Wiwiana slowly began to wake, sensing the other woman's presence, her eyes remained heavy with a tiredness that ran deeper than physical exhaustion.

Looking sleepily toward the doorway, she murmured,

"Eteri...?"

Her voice was soft with sleep.

The sheep remained clutched tightly against her chest while the blankets tangled comfortably around her.

Eteri had to sit down.

The rush of emotion caught her completely off guard.

For a moment she couldn't answer.

Then she almost whispered,

"You... still keep it?"

Wiwiana followed her gaze and looked down at the plushie.

"Yeah... I like it."

Such a simple answer.

And yet it broke something inside Eteri.

She remembered standing in that ridiculous toy shop after Wiwiana's first major competition victory.

The sheep had only been meant as a small gift.

Nothing extraordinary.

Certainly not something she had expected to survive years later.

Yet here it was.

Loved.

Kept.

Held close.

Eteri could suddenly picture it all too clearly: Wiwiana lying awake in lonely hotel rooms, exhausted after training, holding onto the small sheep for comfort when there was nobody else.

The thought settled heavily in her chest.

She sighed softly and brushed a strand of messy blonde hair away from Wiwiana's face.

The younger woman looked at her as though she hung the moon itself.

"D-Don't go..." Wiwiana whispered quietly. "Please."

Eteri looked away for a moment just to keep her composure.

"Shh, милая," she murmured. "I'm here."

She gently lifted the plushie from Wiwiana's hands and placed it beside the pillow.

Then she looked back at her.

"Come here."

Wiwiana hesitated, surprised by the certainty in Eteri's voice.

Slowly, she moved closer until their shoulders touched.

Eteri wrapped an arm around her and guided her beneath the blankets.

For a moment neither of them spoke.

The storm continued outside.

Snow tapped softly against the window.

Wiwiana relaxed little by little, resting her head against Eteri's shoulder.

As though she finally felt safe enough to stop holding herself together.

Eteri looked down at her.

The dark circles beneath her eyes.

The exhaustion.

The way she still seemed ready to apologize for taking up space.

Her heart ached.

Carefully, she pressed a gentle kiss against the top of Wiwiana's head and held her a little closer.

No expectations.

No demands.

Just warmth.

Just presence.

Wiwiana let out a shaky breath.

"Eteri..."

"Sleep now."

The words were quiet but firm.

The kind of instruction that had once belonged to a coach.

Now they sounded entirely different.

Wiwiana's eyes slowly drifted shut.

Within minutes her breathing had evened out.

Eteri remained awake for a while longer, listening to the snowfall beyond the glass and feeling the steady weight of the girl resting against her.

The little sheep plushie sat forgotten beside the pillow.

For the first time in a very long time, it wasn't needed.

𝓢𝓬𝓮𝓷𝓮 I

𝓢𝓬𝓮𝓷𝓮 II

𝓢𝓬𝓮𝓷𝓮 III

𝓢𝓬𝓮𝓷𝓮 IV

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Margo Banks - wlw ~Scenes~

𝓢𝓬𝓮𝓷𝓮 I

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Beth Dutton - wlw ~Scenes~

𝓢𝓬𝓮𝓷𝓮 I

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Gillian Anderson - wlw ~Scenes~

𝓢𝓬𝓮𝓷𝓮 I

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Tamara Soulerr - wlw ~Scenes~

𝓢𝓬𝓮𝓷𝓮 I

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Carmilla Karnstein - wlw ~Scenes~

𝓢𝓬𝓮𝓷𝓮 I

𝓦𝓲𝔀𝓲𝓪𝓷𝓪

𝓐𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓪

𝓢𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓷𝓪

𝓜𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓻 - 𝓟𝓵𝓪𝔂𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

Wiwiana “Wiwi” Wrenford, 18, half Polish and half British, is a former junior figure skater raised in the shadow of Eteri Tutberidze’s ruthless world, known more for her elegance and quiet resilience than for medals. Standing at 168 cm, she has long straight blonde hair that falls almost to her waist, turning softly wavy when left messy, dark green eyes framed by pale lashes, and delicate features that give her an almost fragile appearance. Usually dressed in oversized sweaters, wool coats, simple dresses, and worn scarves, she carries the feeling of endless winters with her. Reserved, gentle, and hopelessly devoted, Wiwi hides an intensely needy and passionate heart beneath her calm exterior. Years spent beside Eteri have made her patient and painfully loyal, clinging to familiar people and old routines even when they hurt. She dreams of leaving but never truly learns how to stop loving the woman who shaped her entire world.

𝓜𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓻 - 𝓟𝓵𝓪𝔂𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

Angelina, 23, is the kind of woman people become obsessed with without meaning to. With ethereal platinum hair, pale distant eyes, and a wardrobe of vintage silk, fur, and lace, she carries herself like a dream that's always half out of reach. Soft-spoken yet dangerously self-aware, she is magnetic, chaotic, and full of contradictions. She craves intensity over stability, often pushing people away the moment they get too close. Fame feels both suffocating and addictive to her, a cage she can't quite escape. Mysterious, emotionally volatile, intimate yet untouchable, she leaves a lasting mark on everyone she meets.

𝓜𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓻 - 𝓟𝓵𝓪𝔂𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

Sienna, 22, is the kind of woman who turns heads without trying—platinum-blonde hair, pale watchful eyes, and an elegance that feels both expensive and untouchable. Beneath the glamour lies someone shaped by survival. As a teenager, she was pulled into a dangerous world of exploitation, manipulation, and illegal work, learning far too young that beauty could be both a weapon and a target. The experience left her guarded, emotionally distant, and quietly self-destructive. Soft-spoken yet sharp, dreamy yet deeply cynical, Sienna moves through life expecting betrayal before kindness. She craves genuine connection but struggles to trust it, hiding loneliness behind designer dresses, dark sunglasses, and a carefully perfected image. Mysterious, reckless, and resilient, she carries her scars with grace, even when they're slowly tearing her apart.

𝓜𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓻 - 𝓟𝓵𝓪𝔂𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽