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Surrounded by mounds of cloth, Evgenia sorts through outfit after outfit before pulling out one that gives her pause. She doesn't immediately recognise it. Purple and black, with a high collar and bow. Black tights to match.
"Make a wish."
Evgenia looks over her shoulder, startled by the unexpected voice. She is the only person home at the moment. The room is empty. "One day, you'll also be my enemy. It's fine… I'll keep wishing for… can be happy."
Evgenia turns back and finds herself face-to-face with the Khrustalny lockers. Instead of the strange costume, Luna is in her hands, along with the familiar jacket of the Russian national team.
Or, twenty-six-year-old Evgenia Medvedeva wakes up in 2018. What could possibly go wrong?
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r/relationships • 16 hr. ago
u/papasmurfwife33
me [18f] with my teammate [20f], im worried i might be homophobic towards her???
or, user papasmurfwife33 (not Olympian Isabeau Levito) seeks out relationship advice about her teammate (not Team USA figure skater Alysa Liu) on Reddit.
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16 Jun 2026
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Two of Russia’s most promising figure skaters have shared the same ice since childhood. Rivals by design, inseparable by instinct.
When a single fall fractures a training session and the control they’ve both relied on, Anna Shcherbakova and Alexandra Trusova are forced to confront what has always lived between them, fear, devotion, and a closeness neither of them knows how to name.
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“You don’t get to protect me,” Anna says. There’s no softness in it, no cruelty either. Just truth edged with restraint.
Sasha finally looks at her.
Up close, Anna is aware of familiar things she never lets herself linger on, the warmth of Sasha’s presence, the faint scent she’s carried since they were younger, colder rinks, earlier mornings.
Sasha’s gaze flickers over her face, searching, like she’s checking for damage no one else would notice.
“I know,” Sasha says again, quietly. “But I couldn’t stand there and watch them turn you into something fragile the second you slipped.”
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12 Jun 2026
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29 this is gorgeous i adore, excellent portrayal of abuse and parental expectation and being in love with a girl in a world where it's not very ok. do not read when dad is bad. unfortunately the only things i have in common with this sasha are that my name is sasha my axel sucks ass compared to my salchow and my father sucks and im so in love with a girl
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i drew flowers on the paper (upon which i have written about my fruitless days) by Earl729
Fandoms: Figure Skating RPF
17 Jun 2026
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When she pulled her hand away, her palm was full of them. Petals in a shade of blue she couldn't name—pale and soft, impossibly real. Dozens of them, crushed slightly from her grip, releasing the faint green smell of stems and earth and something floral that made her stomach turn.
Or, trusakova hanahaki au
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post-beijing, anna can't stop thinking about sasha no matter how much it hurts.
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Sasha’s face was a sight to behold. Anna had memorized it in the moment, but she kept going back to watch the clips over and over again to could pick the scab open, and so sees it in her dream in perfect clarity. That heavy black eye makeup, the scarlet lipstick smeared beneath her mouth. She looked like a monster, vampiric, cannibalistic, but god, so gorgeous that it hurt. She was burning with fury and violence, larger than life even in her worst moment, and it unsettled Anna how it made her burn too.
She wakes with her name on her lips and her face echoing on the back of her eyelids. She is hungry and underrested. Her body is strung out in anticipation of the burst of dopamine from running and training. I’m more hollow than Sasha is, she thinks, because at least Sasha has contempt to fill the void.
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11 Jun 2026