#malidorov fic

[cianfries]

I had all and then most of you | shailinin

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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.

[cianfries]

You've got a harbor close to the shore | shailinin

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Relationships: Ilia Malinin/Mikhail Shaidorov Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Figure Skating RPF Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Summary: Ilia doesn't notice a thing until someone grabs his wrist and gives it a gentle tug. The real world suddenly materializes at the edges of his vision, and at the center of it all is Misha. Ilia feels his heart sink a little lower in his chest at the sight of him. Misha, always Misha, appearing in the middle of the hallway like an angel of death Ilia can’t escape. Ilia hasn't seen him since the night of the final, and it’s like taking a punch straight to the gut. Misha smiles at him tenderly. He’s an angel of death with good manners, one who gently squeezes his wrist before letting go, as if to make sure Ilia isn't just a hallucination. He’s an angel of death who might just be an angel after all, and Ilia doesn't quite know what to do with that thought.