This Is So Cute

This is so cute

Love wins all

ilia malinin × fem!asian!reader, asian winter games, fluff flufff and js fluff

ilia held your delicate hands in his. the game for ladies figure skating at the asian winter games. scoring the highest in the short program you were last to skate. skating after your on ice rival since beijing olympics, kaori sakamoto.

"you better win it all or else i'll hold it over you for brining us here on valentines," ilia says making you chuckle. "i know you'll do well don't worry. you're the reigning olympic and world champion. heck this gonna be your second grand slam! you set so many records that one could only dream of," his one hands leaves to cup your cheek. "you're a champion, my champion," he added. "i love you," he pecked your forehead.

"i'm not going on a war," you chuckled. "shh let me get in my wag boyfriend feels," he joked. "i love you too," you leaned over the boards to peck his lips before skating away. doing your little warmp before standing in your position of your program.

you breezed through the program. nailing each spin, step sequence, spins, and jumps. every quad was landed with a positive high goe, including the quad axel your darling boyfriend taught you. infactnyour quad axel in the free skate at this asian winter games was the highest recorded quad axel.

illia stood next to your coach. the way you blend your artistry with your technical elements never fails to leave him marveling at your abilities. you threw yourself in his arms as you walked your way to the kiss and cry along with your coach. ilia rocked you in his arms, placing soft and delicate kisses on the crown of your head.

holding his hands in yours, you rested your head on his shoulder as you listened to your coach giving her reviews about your skate. ilia squeeze your hand, reassuring you about your performance. and lo and behold! he was right. triumphing the asian winter games with a margin, your coach and ilia congratulated you as the organizers prepared for medal ceremony.

"first place, yn ln," the announcer announced as you took your steps on the podium. you leaned down as the medal was placed around your neck. you smiled for the cameras as your country's flag sat proudly on your shoulders.

smiling for the cameras, your eyes caught a familiar phone camera in the sea of professional cameras. ilia, who was proudly taking photos of you. a crimson blush crept up on your neck.

ilia opened his arms for you, again, as you stepped off of the ice. "see i was right. you'd win it all." you rolled your eyes at his cocky tone. "you just lucked out on your bet malinin. you're american anyway," you smirked, looking up at him. "what's that supposed to mean moya lyubímaya (my beloved)?" he chuckled. "brining out the russian now are we? you have quite an identity crisis." you tip toed to peck his lips.

"you love either way," he challenged, knowing he was right. "whatever helpd you sleep at night babe," you roll your eyes at him as you leave for the interviews. even at the interviews ilia sticks around, just in the background, craving your touch like a starved man. locking your hands in his the moment you're done with one interview.

"don't you love you love?" one of the reporters teased you at the press conference. "love wins all," another yelled erupting laughters of adoration in the room as you blushed. ilia just looked at you from afar, giving you massive love eyes.