In which two figure skaters are forced to date despite their long time hatred of one another all because of an interviewer's ability to twist reality. Anastasia Jones, a twenty-year-old Russian, American whose number one dream is to become the greatest skater in the world. All she wants is to be remembered for great things, to not be forgotten in a world in which so many leave alone. Ilia Malinin, a twenty-year-old Russian, American whose goal in life is to revive the sport that is figure skating. He wants the arenas to be full, and the fans cheering like they did so many years ago. What happens when the pair are forced by their coach to do a press junket together and a certain interviewer twists their words to make dating rumours appear from thin air? After years of constant hatred and rivalry, will they finally be able to put their differences aside to rectify their images or, will they fail to deliver what's most important, leading to their inevitable early retirement? 🏆 #1 in #NF - 23/3/26 #1 in #Olympics - 23/4/26 #1 in #Ilia - 23/4/26 #1 in #iliamalinin - 13/5/26 #1 in #Skating - 18/5/26 #1 in #isabeaulevito - 20/5/26 #2 in #Quadgod - 3/4/26 #2 in # Amberglenn - 30/4/26 #3 in #Swiftie - 30/4/26

After a shocking fall at the Milan 2026 Olympics, the world's top-ranked figure skater ends up in a quiet Minnesota town looking for anything to reignite the spark in his skating. There he crosses paths with a junior coach who's just trying to survive college after losing her own passion for skating years ago. * * *Ilia Malinin x FEM!OC *I know nothing about figure skating so there will probably be inaccuracies.

Faye Scamander was never dangerous. She was the girl who handed out biscuits like blessings, chatted with portraits, rescued injured creatures, and left wildflowers on desks simply because it felt kind. And somehow, Draco Malfoy noticed her anyway. Draco had been raised in a castle of cold rules and colder expectations. Faye had grown up in a cottage overflowing with warmth and wonder. He had been taught that softness was weakness. She had been raised to believe that softness saved people. They should have stayed worlds apart. Instead, they kept colliding-his armour against her gentleness, his silence against her small-magic courage. And somewhere between a flower she gave him, a biscuit he pretended not to want, and the moments they lingered without meaning to- everything shifted. Because some spells were loud and destructive. But the ones that changed a life? They were always the small things no one saw coming