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poison coma.

genya safin x reader

type: fluff

word count: ~1.4k

warnings: food poisoning, a little self criticism

summary: feelings finally come out after some weird tea and a poison coma. 

inspo: “i dreamed about you while i was in my poison coma. i was all old and withered, and you were still nice and pink.” “you think i’m nice?”

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.

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.

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.

genya. she can’t see me like this.

i hurriedly looked around my room for something to cover myself with, but i was too late.

the tailor pushed open the doors, a beautiful smile on her face. “morning, love,” she says.

i look at her, my eyes wide. “genya, i don’t know what’s-“

“shush,” she says walking behind me. she tangles her hands in my hair, quickly braiding and styling it.

i looked up and found a mirror in front of me. i really was old and gross, but genya was still amazing. as beautiful as the last time i had seen her.

she finally finished styling my white hair, she rested her head on my shoulder, smiling at me.

“beautiful,” she muttered.

i smiled at her. “it’s all you.”

she giggles, kissing my cheek. “i’ll come back for you in five minutes. put on your kefta. goodbye.”

and with that, she was out the door, her beautiful red hair flowing behind her as she left the room.

she was so kind to me. even when i looked horrifying, she called me beautiful.

i looked horrifying. why did i look horrifying? what was the last thing i remember?

the library. the tea. the blackness.

the black.

the…

i woke up to the feeling of crisp sheets underneath my fingertips, the light chatter of people filling the room.

i sat up, taking in my surroundings.

the infirmary.

i hear someone walking outside before the doors fly open, revealing a familiar grisha woman.

“y/n!” genya says, running towards me while healers turn towards genya than me.

the healers all turn towards genya, then to me.

genya is suddenly at my side, hugging me tightly.

“oh!” i exclaim, hugging the girl back.

genya pulls away, smiling widely at me before a wave of worry passes over her. “i was so worried about you. sergei found you passed out in the library. we didn’t know what happened. i was worried out of my mind!”

“genya!” the healer calls, causing the tailor to turn to face her. “we need to talk with y/n. do you mind?”

“oh! sorry!” genya says, smiling one more time at me. “i’ll be back for you when they release you, okay?”

“okay,” i say, smiling as she walks away.

the healer turns to me, asking questions about what i remember and how i was feeling. once she was done with her questions, she told me would be out in a few days.

thank the saints.

food poisoning. the tea i drank had food poisoning, making me slip into a “poison coma” (as genya called it). it just required a few days of rest for the symptoms to fade away, then they’d let me out.

the day they let me out of the infirmary, genya was waiting right outside of the doors. as soon as i was out, she pulled me into the tightest hug imaginable.

“saints, it’s been practically unbearable without you around,” she says into my hair. once she pulls away, she smiles brightly at me before tugging at my hand. “come on! we have so much to catch up on! you missed so much, and i want to hear all about the gossip the healers spread!”

genya began to go on about rumors of a new ball as she dragged the two of us to our tree. once we got there, i sat down as genya still stood, going on about what everyone was saying about the ball.

i smiled up at her, watching as she looked down and smiled back. “well, why don’t you tell me about how it was in the infirmary? if it was horrible, i’ll pull a few strings and try to improve the conditions.”

i shrugged. “conditions were find. the coma thing was weird.”

“really?” genya says. “i heard it can cause hallucinations. i’m not sure though. that mold can do weird things.”

“i dreamed about you when i was in my poison coma,” i blurted out. “i was all old and withered, and you were still nice and pink.”

“you think i’m nice?”

i look, noticing genya with a uncharacteristically shy smile on her face. i smile back at her. “i think you’re very nice, genya.”

a huge smile breaks out on her face as she sits down at my side. “i think you’re very nice, too.”

i can’t help myself. i just lean forward and kiss her.

for a second she doesn’t react, and i panic. what if she doesn’t like me back? what if she doesn’t even like girls?

and then i felt her smile against my lips, kissing me back. i wrap my arms around her, feeling every dream i had about this moment put to shame. she was just so amazing, in absolutely every way, and i couldn’t help smiling against her lips.

genya finally pulled away, giggling. “oh, you’re very nice, y/n.”

i chuckle. “i could say the same for you, genya.”