multi-fandom one shots

genya safin x reader

word count: 1373
type: fluff
warnings: food poisoning, a lil self criticism
inspo: "i dreamed about you while i was in my poison come. i was all old and withered, and you were still nice and pink." "you think i'm nice?"

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i ran through the halls of the little palace, not caring who or what i might run to. this was too important.

finally, i spotted a familiar head of red hair dressed in ivory. i ran up to the girl, grabbing her hand and leaning towards her ear. "you busy? i have a scoop," i whisper.

genya turns from ivan, smiling at me. "well, i always have time for a scoop," she says, turning back to ivan before saying a quick 'bye' and turning back to me. "lead the way, sankta y/n," she says.

i scoff as i walk off, my hand still in hers. "you know i hate that name," i say.

genya giggles. "i know. that's why i use it."

i roll my eyes, pulling her out the palace and under a nearby tree. i sit down under its shade, the tailor sitting next to me.

"you're so mean to me," i say, not even trying to hide the grin on my face.

genya smiles back, a dazzling grin that would make the whole world stop to look. "oh, but you love me," she says. "at least, you love me enough to fill me in on the gossip."

the gossip. yes, she only wants the gossip.

"okay. well, i was walking down this hallway. completely empty, or so i thought," i say. "i hear some hushed voices, so i follow them and find... drum roll, please."

genya giggles but nonetheless beats on her lap to supply some kind of drumroll.

"nadia and marie!" i say, causing genya to gasp. "they were, what i can only describe as, canoodling on a bench!"

genya giggles. "i knew it! those two are together far too much to just be friends!"

i wonder if people think that about us. i push the thought aside, instead looking at the grass underneath me.

genya started rambling about something ivan had said to her as i looked up to her and listened.

she was so beautiful, even when she didn't try. it was impossibly hard not to admire every single part of every single feature of her, but i managed to do it.

i always did.

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i sat down in the library, a cup of tea in hand. i placed it down on the table i was sitting at, opening a book and beginning to flip through it.

after a few minutes of reading, i took a sip of my tea. it was colder.

colder than it should be.

i looked down at it, trying to figure out where the steam should be. the. it couldn't clearly see the cup anymore as the lines began to fade into the table.

i suddenly felt dizzy, and the world began to spin fast. everything was blurry and dull but also clear and bright.

then everything was black.

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i looked down at my hands, noticing how the usually smooth skin had wrinkled and how the veins in my hand had gone blue. i touched my cold hand to my face, and felt the loose skin wrinkle around my features.

i had grown old, and if i looked in a mirror, i knew i'd look like a human raisin.

i heard giggling from the outside of my room, and i quickly recognized the voice.