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vampires will never hurt you
this came to me in a dream
We don't yet know why they both laughed like that when asked about standing on the World Junior Championships podium together three years ago and why did Ilia laugh like that when Misha said Ilia really motivated him.
how's it feel being this alive?
ilia malinin/mikhail shaidorov | 12,142 words | E
ilia can pull on a thread just as much as misha can, if he tries hard enough. he just needs a plan.
part 3/4 of later: clearblue edition
read here | part 7 of later
Shailinin crumbs from the Olympics 🥹👀
Guys once I have 10min to myself and some peace of mind I will craft a little malidorov webweave because I have been unable to get them out of my mind for a solid MINUTE; I've been collecting pics and quotes here and there [one must picture me as a fly rubbing its hands together as I write this]
I had all and then most of you | shailinin
Read it here on ao3
Relationships: Ilia Malinin/Mikhail Shaidorov Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Figure Skating RPF Rating: Explicit Summary: His room is nice. White walls, a good view from the window, a place where he can hang the Kazakh flag. The desk is big enough to set his training bag on, and behind the door there’s a coat rack where Misha has hung the hook with his costume. It’s perfect. Or almost. Ilia is in the next room, separated by barely eight inches of thin, flimsy wall that can do nothing against Ilia’s determination to make his stay in the village absolutely miserable. Ilia is loud, and irritating, and he sings at the top of his lungs in the shower, and Misha would like to knock on the wall they share at least ten times a day, but every time he pulls his hand back and shoves it into his pocket like a thief caught in the act.
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