Hello I just wanted to start off by saying this is my first request ever and I’m absolutely amazed by your work
I was wondering if you could write an Ilia Malinin x ice skater reader maybe based on the song skyfall by Adele, when they’re both at the exhibition gala and the reader is skating to skyfall.
Maybe has something to do with the lyrics “ where you go I go, what you see I see, I know I’d never be me without the security of your loving arms keeping me from harm” maybe she gets hate for dating him even though they’ve been together for a while
so i have this way of reading the request and having my own inspo and try and incorporate what the request actually says…oops. I hope you like it😅
The first rule had been simple: don’t get caught.
It sounded easy enough in theory. In reality, it meant lingering glances had to be cut short, hands had to brush accidentally instead of intentionally, and every moment together had to look like coincidence instead of choice.
But they were terrible at it.
Because somehow, no matter the rink, the country, the schedule even he always ended up beside her.
Warm ups? He’d drift near her boards.
Practice sessions? Same ice time, somehow.
Press days? Standing just a little too close, shoulders almost touching.
Flights? Seats “randomly” next to each other more often than not.
And every time someone raised an eyebrow, they laughed it off like it meant nothing.
It had started months ago, quiet and soft and completely unplanned.
One late night after practice, exhaustion weighing heavy, she’d sat beside him in the empty rink, legs dangling over the edge.
“I feel like I’m everywhere but where I’m supposed to be,” she admitted quietly.
He didn’t hesitate. Didn’t overthink it.
He just nudged her shoulder with his and said, steady and certain
She turned to look at him, searching his face to see if he meant it.
And from that moment on… he proved it.
Keeping it a secret became harder when people started noticing patterns.
Fans stitched together videos. him watching her skate with too much focus, her smiling at him like he was the only person in the arena. Interviews where they spoke about each other just a little too fondly.
“He was better before her.”
She tried to ignore it. She really did.
But it started slipping into her skating. Into her breathing. Into the way she second guessed every step she ever took.
Of course he did. How could he not?
“You’re pulling away,” he said one night, catching her as she tried to leave the rink early.
She sighed, turning away from him. “People are starting to figure it out, Ilia.”
“And it’s ruining things for you.”
His expression shifted immediately. “No, it’s not.”
“It is,” she insisted, voice cracking slightly. “You don’t hear what they say!”
“I don’t care what they say.”
For a moment, the rink was quiet except for the hum of the lights.
Then he stepped closer, gently.
And there it was, that same certainty from months ago.
“Where you go,” he said softly, “I go. Remember?”
“I meant it then. I mean it now.”
The gala night felt heavier than usual.
Bright lights, packed arena, performances meant to be expressive, personal…
She hadn’t told him her music choice.
Not because she didn’t trust him.
But because she needed him to hear it the way the world would.
To understand what she couldn’t say out loud.
When her name was announced, he leaned forward slightly in his seat, watching.
The opening notes started soft, haunting, familiar.
His brows furrowed slightly.
Slower than usual. More controlled. Every movement deliberate, emotional, like she was telling a story instead of performing one.
And then the lyrics came.
Her eyes lifted just briefly finding him in the crowd.
Everything around him seemed to fade.
The noise. The people. The cameras.
“I know I’d never be me without the security…”
Her skating grew stronger, fuller, like she was shedding every doubt with each step.
“…of your loving arms keeping me from harm.”
And suddenly, he understood.
But what she had been trying to carry alone.
What she had been afraid to say.
By the time she finished, the arena erupted into applause.
But he was already on his feet.
Already finding his way to her before the moment could slip away. RUNNING to her
She barely had time to step off the ice before he was there.
For a second, neither of them said anything.
Then she gave a small, nervous smile. “So… did you like…”
Soft, but certain. The kind that said more than anything either of them could explain.
When he pulled back, he searched her eyes.
“I get it now,” he murmured.
Her breath hitched. “Get what?”
His thumb brushed gently along her cheek, grounding her.
“You weren’t just skating,” he said quietly. “You were talking to me. Weren’t you?”
“I didn’t know how else to say it. The way your my security…but we hide.”
“You don’t have to hide,” he whispered.
A small laugh escaped her, shaky but relieved. “The entire internet is already figuring it out.”
He smiled soft, a little stubborn, completely sure.
His hand found hers, lacing their fingers together without hesitation this time.
Her heart raced, but not from fear.
From finally being able to breathe.
“You’re sure?” she asked.
A small smile spread across her lips.
And for the first time, they didn’t let go when people started watching. They just… let them.
