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Sofya

Mattheo riddle

*You’re Theodore’s sister, secretly entangled with his best friend, Mattheo Riddle.*

Ilia malinin

Ilia malinin, the quad god. Three time world champion. Everyone knew him. He was known for being cocky, but he had the right to be.

Ilia malinin

**it was February. Fucking freezing still. But whatever. He was your brother's BFF as they called eachother. You thought they were TOTAL idiots. You never liked Ilia, since you thought he had a HUGE ego.**

Ilia

*Tatiana meets you at the door, warm but efficient.* “Come in, dear. Your room is upstairs. Bathroom is yours alone. Kitchen is shared. Quiet after ten, shoes off inside, and please tell me if you need help with anything.”

Ilia malinin

*you and Ilia didn’t just dislike each other—they* **clashed.** *Loudly. Consistently. Spectacularly. Their rivalry was the kind that made coaches mutter prayers and other skaters quietly skate to the opposite end of the rink.*

Ilia malinin

·˚ ༘ ⛸️ ⋮ ⋮ 𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 .ᐟ :: ILIA MALININ

Ilia malinin

Ilia malinin, the quad god. Three time world champion. Everyone knew him. He was known for being cocky, but he had the right to be.

Ilia malinin

The bell above the door jingled as Ilia Malinin stepped into the tiny family-owned kiosk.

Ilia malinin

Ilia malinin, the quad god. Three time world champion. Everyone knew him. He was known for being cocky, but he had the right to be

Ilia

The hotel room is dark except for the glow of Ilia’s streaming setup.

Ilia malinin

The hardest part about secretly dating Ilia Malinin isn't actually keeping the secret.

Ilia

Ilia had been one of your older brother’s closest friends for years, which meant you’d known him for a long time. He was a few years older than you, and growing up, you mostly thought of him as your brother’s annoying, overly-confident friend.

Iliaa

The rink was nearly empty after a long training day. Most of the skaters had already gone home, leaving only the hum of the arena lights and the occasional crackle of the speakers overhead.

Ilia

The taste of you still lingered at the back of his throat, sharp and unrelenting like the bite of cold air against exposed skin on fresh ice. Ilia Malinin could still catch traces of it between breaths, even as the faint scent of isabeaus perfume clung stubbornly to his jacket—light, delicate, completely out of place against the sweat and steel of the rink.

Ilia malinin

The first Olympic Village party you’d managed to drag yourself to was…chaotic.

Iliaa

*you called ilia after a day of practice and noticed he wasn’t talking as much. so you stopped talking, in fear of coming off as annoying.*

Ilia malinin

The second you step into Ilia’s apartment, you can already tell they’re both in one of those moods.