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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?
CONQUERED CROWN
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.
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 he’d 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 he’d 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.
“What in the fuck…” 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 couldn’t 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 he’d 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 wasn’t 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.
“I’m glad to see you’re awake.” He said it like this was… nothing. Like there was nothing odd about the situation, as if he’d 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 he’d passed out. This just scared him even more.
“W-Warren…?” He stammered, looking around anxiously. “What- what is all this?”
“Do you like it?” Warren asked, he sat down on the edge of the bed, which prompted Aster to push himself further into the corner. “I tried my best to get it as close as possible to your bedroom, I wanted you to feel at home.”
“Like it?” Aster asked, his eyebrows raised. “What are you- what do you mean like it?!” He cried, hugging one of the leaf shaped pillows close to his chest. “How did you even do this- have you been in my fucking room?!”
“Of course not.” 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 he’d 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 would’ve shown more angles of his room. “You share quite a bit online. I was able to piece it all together from your posts alone.”
“How… How long have you been planning this…?” He asked, his voice wavering, and Warren smiled at him, kind, affectionate even, and very unnerving in these circumstances.
“Since the first time I laid eyes on you.” He said, setting his phone down on the nightstand. Aster felt a chill run up his spine. “Back in September, the first time I saw you in my class, I knew I had to have you to myself.” 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. “You were so beautiful, and then when I saw you again at the start of this semester, I knew you must’ve felt the same way.” 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.
“I didn’t!” Aster cried, his heart racing. “I just- I just needed the fucking class, and I thought you were a nice professor, not- not a goddamn freak!” He swore he saw the corner of Warren’s mouth twitch, that smile threatening to fall.
“That’s fine.” He said calmly. “You can learn. You’ve always been so smart.” 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 can’t 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 couldn’t last very long, as Warren pulled back, he pried the pillow from Aster’s hands and tossed it aside.
“Now baby, I don’t want to hurt you…” He said, resting his hand on Aster’s thigh.
“You already hurt me.” He said, his voice shaking. Warren ignored him.
“So I need you to behave for me. It’ll feel good for you too, I promise.” He said, he pulled Aster by the hips so he was laying down, staring up at him in horror.
“Warren- Warren, please, please no…” His voice cracked, he didn’t even care, he was terrified.
“It’s alright, I’m going to take good care of you.” 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, Aster’s heart sank. He’d forgotten about the handcuffs.
“Wait- wait please!” He cried as Warren took them out, locking one around one wrist. “Please, I- I’ll have sex with you! I’ll do it, I’ll have sex with you, just please- please don’t restrain me! I swear it, I’ll do- I’ll do whatever you want me to if you jus-just let me go home after.” He begged, and Warren smiled at him, his head tilted slightly, like he’d just said something adorable and amusing.
“Oh, sweetheart. You are home.” 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 didn’t care, he just wanted out.
“Let me go!” He cried, pulling as if he could somehow break the chain, twisting and thrashing beneath Warren in an attempt to buck him off.
“Hey- hey, look at me,” Warren said, he’d placed his hand on his cheek again, “You need to relax, you’re going to be alright. Take a deep breath now-“
“No!” Aster screamed, he didn’t 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 didn’t stop wailing. He roughly grabbed him by the face and leaned down so they were close, his eyes narrowed.
*”Listen to me,”* He warned, “I can make this nice for you, or I can make it very, very painful. I’m sure you know which one you’d prefer, so stop throwing a fucking fit and be good.” 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 didn’t 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 couldn’t stand to look at Warren’s face, he was looking over his body hungrily, Aster wasn’t 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 Warren’s hands between his legs, he wasn’t 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.
“Warren… please stop…” He whined, though he knew it was useless. “I-I don’t want this…”
“Shhh, just relax.” 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 didn’t 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. “See- baby, you’re wet already. Of course you want this, you just need to let yourself enjoy it.”
Not again. This can’t 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. He’d wake up soon, in his bed, his actual bed, in his cousin’s apartment, his roommate on the other side of the wall.
He kept praying he’d 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 didn’t 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.
“Just relax baby, I don’t want to have to tie your legs down too.” He warned him, though Aster could only keep crying in response. It didn’t 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.
“Warren, please.” He begged, tears streaming down his face, soaking the pillow beneath his head.
“I know, I know, you need more.” He said, pumping his fingers in and out, in and out, Aster felt he’d be sick.
“N-no, no, stop!” He cried, his voice pitched up, the sound be made completely contradicting what he said- in Warren’s mind, anyway.
“I can’t do that, not when you’re moaning so pretty for me.” He teased, and Aster groaned in frustration. Warren heard it differently, of course. “See, I told you it would feel good. Just let yourself relax.” He coaxed him, but it wasn’t 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. “What’s the matter, is this your first time?” He asked him, and Aster frantically shook his head.
“No, Warren- I’m scared!” He cried, searching for some mercy, some sympathy that would never come.
“You don’t need to be scared, I’m not going to hurt you.” He told him again.
You are hurting me. You’re hurting me right now. Please, just let me wake up. I don’t 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 wasn’t 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.
“Come on pretty boy, open your eyes now.” He told him, holding Aster by the hip to position him the way he wanted. Aster shook his head, he didn’t 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. “I said open your fucking eyes.” He ordered, and finally, reluctantly, Aster’s teary eyes fluttered open, looking at Warren’s own flushed face. He still had that look on his face, looking at Aster like he wanted to devour him. “That’s better. Keep them open, okay?”
“Please don’t…” He whimpered, a final, weak attempt that he knew wouldn’t get him anywhere. Warren was partially undressed now, he had his cock in his hand. He was already hard, Aster couldn’t 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 “care” 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 didn’t know if he was giving him what he wanted, if he was reacting the way he was “meant” to, he didn’t 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 that’s so big or cranked so wide if it’s adjustable that their mouth is just… forced obscenely open and their jaw is in agony within minutes. and it goes on and on. maybe they’re assaulted, maybe toys or some part of whumper’s body is forced down their throat. maybe it’s 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. there’s lasting damage. the pain never quite leaves, whumpee’s jaw is exhausted and it clicks and gets stuck and it hurts, it hurts.
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.
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
I'd considered whether Eldwin still gets pregnant, this time with Vivruh - or one of his friends. Of course precautions are taken, better than in canon, but things fail, or someone forgets.
At least abortion would be easier and safer - depending on which country he's currently in, but I'd be nice and make it safe. That does not mean the mental toll is any less.
The difference here also is that whereas in canon he didn't tell anyone, here he'd tell Vivruh, who'd help him through it, help him arrange it - and Eldwin absolutely wants an abortion, but even if he didn't, he'd be getting one - and he'd be... nice, I think. For all he's happy to let him occasionally fuck up in training, he needs to actually win the competitions, so he wants to stop Eldwin from spiralling too hard.
This train of thought led me to thinking of Eldwin's eating habits here.
Under cut for talk of eating disorders
They're still bad, he still has struggles, and though he's eating more than he does in canon-recovery, at least at first, his mindset is so horribly unhealthy and given the rate of eating disorders in sports like figure skating, he'd be surrounded by others fuelling each other. It's less him convincing himself that food makes him sick and an attempt to have some control, like in canon. Here, it's much more obsessive, and body image is more likely to play a part. Coach!Vivruh probably fuels this too. Eldwin has some issues with body image in canon, but here it would be much worse.
Vivruh scolding him in front of others for fucking up in training while knowing he is wearing a plug with Vivruh's uncomfortable... release, inside him. Or a vibrator (or a vibrating plug) that Vivruh is controlling. Scolding him for "being a brat" or "scowling at him/otherd" when Eldwin is just tense and trying not to make sounds.
I have more unhinged thoughts. God, I have so many unhinged thoughts-
Yes to all of this! That's so like Vivruh, knowing damn well it's his fault and still scolding and punishing Eldwin. And as I said in the other ask, making him train WITH VIVRUH'S RELEASE STILL INSIDE HIM. Privately Eldwin might lash out, but in front of others he can't, because then they'll know, and he'll do anything to make sure no one knows.
Eldwin and Vivruh being in an interview, and Vivruh controlling the vibrator as they answer questions. Eldwin clutching his own leg- Or Vivruh's.
Eldwin being on a full bladder (on purpose by Vivruh or not) and having an accident while training because of the plug or vibrator.
... Eldwin having an orgasm on ice...?
........... When Eldwin makes Vivruh mad, Vivruh gives him a bigger plug/vibrator to use.
The plug/vibrator's base being visible on the costume.
.......... Vivruh making Eldwin use a unitard for a costume, instead of the male costume.
................. the costume becoming slightly damp. From Eldwin's... hm, or Vivruh's that was inside?
Sorry. Sorry, I'm done-
THE INTERVIEW one I love that. One of those things people will analyse when the truth comes out, putting every interaction under a microscope. At the time, it further fuels the relationship speculation.
Vivruh. Might do that on purpose. I'm not big into public humiliation (I get major second hand embarrassment) but privately, as a punishment... yeah it's possible. And depending on his mood Vivruh would either mock and berate him for it, or be so condescending, talking to him like a child... which I guess is the same thing as mocking him really, but you know. Different tones. Either way really using it to degrade him. And he would not care that it was his fault either. And also just. That would be so painful! Eldwin's training was horrible, which again just furthers the punishment!
God, Eldwin hates private training with Vivruh because it's less actual useful training and more "how much can I push you?" Bigger toys for punishments absolutely, and still critiquing him when he obviously!! cannot skate well!!
Meanwhile Vivruh's other skaters are maybe a little bitter that Eldwin's the favourite (I mean, he is the golden boy, the multiple times gold medal winner and holder of several records...)
Orgasm on the ice... Vivruh controlling the vibrator remotely... oh maybe it's a duo dance, because of course Vivruh makes him do that even though Eldwin's not competing in pairs, and he keeps making it harder and harder while still telling Eldwin that every mistake is a punishment earned for later...
I imagine Eldwin having long hair at some point, like Viktor from YOI, and Vivruh putting him in some feminine costumes.
The costume being damp... Of course Eldwin might be wet with the constant stimulation, but it being Vivruh's kept inside is... diabolical /pos
FS AU Vivruh having photos of Eldwin (some he didn't know were taken!) and filming them having sex, which. Eldwin also doesn't know about. Or maybe knows about one and not the others, but Vivruh blackmails him with them and threatens to release them if he leaves or speaks out
And when Eldwin does, well, Vivruh follows through. Not immediately, he'd fight it through courts hoping to prove his innocence. (Eldwin I think is the only one he's abusing now, but there have definitely been others over the course of Vivruh's life) and whatever happens, whether innocence is granted and Vivruh walks free, and years down the line when Eldwin's retired or. Maybe as he's retiring, the media is all excited about his last competition, fans are both excited and mourning... That would be the perfect time to for some photos and videos to surface... Yeah, scrap the other idea, that's great. Whether Vivruh's arrested or not, Eldwin moved on with his career, tried to put Vivruh out of his mind, pushed through all the invasive media and fans, and then when he's trying to enjoy his last competition before retirement, probably a celebration after (he might have more friends now!) it all comes crashing back and suddenly everything's about Vivruh again. And possibly also victim blaming. And accusing Eldwin of lying, because idk guys, that doesn't seem like someone who's being raped... 🤷
Desme's older, though not by much, and I think Eldwin retires first due to past injuries starting to act up worse and the mental toll of everything getting him.
So Desme, being in this same competition, competing against Eldwin, taking the time to encourage him, telling him to give it his all, get that gold. Don't let that asshole win. You're going to go out there and show them all who you really are, and that fucker has no control over you anymore.
And Eldwin does. It's an absolutely perfect performance, a brilliant way to end his career,possibly breaks records again, and he gets the gold. And just for a moment, the videos are forgotten.
I just. Really love the idea of an athlete (though they're now friends, off the ice. I think Desme would do it even if they weren't) encouraging their rival to do their best in the competition, to win, and yes there is the idea that their own win wouldn't be satisfying if they weren't competing against the best, but it's not because of that. This is a fellow athlete going through absolute hell and still being tormented like this by their abuser, and this is their last ever competition, the last time they're going to get out on the ice and say fuck you, you don't control me. And not giving the gold, no never, Desme put on their best performance too, Eldwin fairly won it, and Desme being genuinely happy about it.
FS AU Vivruh having photos of Eldwin (some he didn't know were taken!) and filming them having sex, which. Eldwin also doesn't know about. Or maybe knows about one and not the others, but Vivruh blackmails him with them and threatens to release them if he leaves or speaks out
And when Eldwin does, well, Vivruh follows through. Not immediately, he'd fight it through courts hoping to prove his innocence. (Eldwin I think is the only one he's abusing now, but there have definitely been others over the course of Vivruh's life) and whatever happens, whether innocence is granted and Vivruh walks free, and years down the line when Eldwin's retired or. Maybe as he's retiring, the media is all excited about his last competition, fans are both excited and mourning... That would be the perfect time to for some photos and videos to surface... Yeah, scrap the other idea, that's great. Whether Vivruh's arrested or not, Eldwin moved on with his career, tried to put Vivruh out of his mind, pushed through all the invasive media and fans, and then when he's trying to enjoy his last competition before retirement, probably a celebration after (he might have more friends now!) it all comes crashing back and suddenly everything's about Vivruh again. And possibly also victim blaming. And accusing Eldwin of lying, because idk guys, that doesn't seem like someone who's being raped... 🤷
A plug or vibrator during ice skating (in Eldwin and Vivruh figure skating AU)? No? That's a me only thought? Ok.
...
During training or a competition– sorry, sorry.
Just the two of them or with people around or being live broadcasted—
👀 no no anon, keep talking
Usually he lets his face show some emotion, to really sell the performance; but he has to be flat and rigid here, so afraid that everyone knows. That it'll show. Getting critique because he's too stiff, it's not much but he's just slightly off. Rushing to get off the ice and to somewhere private.
Maybe it is just him and Vivruh in a private session, accompanied by whispers, no, promises of what will happen later, if he slips up, if he doesn't make the podium, if he doesn't get gold. Eldwin doesn't get how the same thing (sex in general) can be used as both a 'reward' and a punishment, but he's learnt by now not to question it.
The toy is kept in as a reminder, think of me, and as a test, you need to maintain perfect control.
Whether Eldwin wins or loses (or succeeds in private practice) there is no respite
Okay wait I don't think I mentioned it here but. Figure Skating AU for Eldwin where he's the Olympic-level skater and Vivruh's his coach. Vivruh. You know what that means
They'll travel the world together, Vivruh has to be someone Eldwin can depend on... Rewards and punishments... media scrutiny... speculation that they might be in a relationship... Eldwin's previously perfect, record breaking performances getting worse and worse... and of course, what figure skating AU would be complete without a breakdown on the ice :D
In true Eldwin fashion, he pushes people away, he lashes out, probably some scandal about him getting drunk (usually there'd be drugs too, but. I don't want him to actually get disqualified... That might be what holds him back, because he doesn't want to lose his skating) and he's someone no one likes as a person, but god his skating is beautiful...
Desme as a top skater too, his rival, both of them always end up on the podium until Eldwin starts slipping. Desme being the one to suspect that something is horribly wrong, and they suspect Vivruh might be an abusive coach but they have no idea to what extent...
And did I mention media scrutiny. And public gossip. That has to happen
Weird obsessive fans who argue in fandom spaces on his and Vivruh's relationship. Some arguing it's toxic, others shipping it hard. Giving Eldwin gifts... Maybe he gets an actual stalker... Which drives him further to Vivruh...
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