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dreaminghour · 1 year ago

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Genya/Zoya Crown Café (Modern AU) - Discount at favourite store

Event: @domaystic Fandom: Grishaverse Rating: Teen and Up Prompt: 18 Discount at favourite store Ship: Zoya/Genya & Fedyor/Ivan Context: Crown Café is an ongoing modern AU where Nikolai owns a café on a university campus in modern Ravka. Zoya and Genya are invited to stay at his hunting lodge and meet the neighbors, Fedyor and Ivan. Words: 1,001

The shop is a bustling noisy mass of humanity. After the last week in the wilderness where the cabin lies, Zoya realizes she didn't miss this much at all. Even being back home wasn't as remote as Nikolai's 'hunting lodge.' Apparently Ivan thinks much the same of the crowd.

"They couldn't have stayed home?" he grouses as he wrangles a shopping cart from the cage they're locked in.

"Look," Zoya replies, because shorter sentences is better with Ivan. "There's a sale."

And well, that changes things. Ivan's eyes gleam and he pulls out his wallet to count exactly how much money he has on hand and he slits his eyes at the various aisles.

"Do you want to—"

He interrupts: "Yes, you keep the cart, I'll find you. I just need a few things."

Ten minutes later, Ivan finds Zoya in the dairy section with his arms loaded: he has a massive wrapped fish, bundles of asparagus, some lemons. A moment later he unloads some packets of seasoning from his pockets as well.

Zoya doesn't say anything, she pushes aside the four-pack of eggs and the small glass of milk.

"Why do you have those?" Ivan asks accusingly.

"We ran out…"

"We have plenty. Didn't Fedyor tell you we'd give you all you need? Two tiny girls like you, how much milk do you need? Enough to bathe in? We can share."

Zoya withdraws her hands as Ivan puts the eggs and milk away again.

"So," he says, pushing the cart now filled with only his groceries. "What else did you need?"

Thirty minutes later they'd back at the lodge, Fedyor and Genya smiling as they step outside to greet them, Fedyor climbing into the passenger seat after Zoya climbs out.

"You two," Ivan says, rough as thunder. "Bring some of those biscuits if you have any left, Fedyor and I are going to fry Muksun for you."

"We are?" Fedyor says a bit amused.

"Around eight alright?" Ivan says a bit more quietly.

Genya looks a bit stunned, her mouth pursed in a little moue, so Zoya jumps in.

"Of course. You both eat so much we'll have to make a fresh batch."

"And Fedyor will give you any eggs you need," Ivan replies with a nod.

"I will?" Fedyor asks, still ignored.

"See you later!" Genya calls as the little car pulls off in a cloud of dust down the path.

"They're alright," Zoya says, crossing her arms.

Genya smacks her arm lightly before pulling her close and kissing her cheek.

"Fedyor is darling and Ivan is just as prickly as you, so I understand them very well I think."

"I am not prickly!" Zoya snaps.

Genya laughs and hugs her.

"And saying you're darling…" Zoya grumbles. "I don't want you getting a big head."

"What would you say then?"

"That…" Zoya frowns as Genya led her into the cool interior of the cabin. "Well, you're very sweet and personable."

"And Fedyor?"

"He's fine."

Genya laughs again.

"And Ivan?"

"He's very determined. And focused."

"As are you," Genya says, leaning in, wrapping her arms around Zoya's waist as she gives her a slow, sweet kiss. "You are very sensible as well. Mostly. I'm sure Fedyor can think of a time when Ivan was not so sensible."

Zoya becomes a little insensible herself as Genya continues to kiss her, hands wandering, and nearly forgets herself entirely before there's a brisk knock at the door.

Genya is breathless when she opens the door, while Zoya hides out of sight, tucking her blouse back in. It's only Fedyor, he smirks in a way that suggests he completely understands, especially when Zoya appears to take the box of eggs from Genya so he can hand them a bottle of milk as well.

"Eight o'clock?" he asks.

"We'll be there," Genya says, smiling as brightly as he is.

"With bells on," Zoya adds in deadpan.

For a second Fedyor gapes at her before crinkling his eyes and shaking a finger at her.

"You're so funny. You know, sometimes you remind me of Ivan," he says. And then he's turning away, waving over his shoulder. "Enjoy the rest of your afternoon!"

Genya is grinning almost evilly at Zoya as they close the door and Zoya just rolls her eyes.

"You're impossible," Zoya says.

"As long as you help me make these cookies, I'll be anything you like."

The cookies have only just hardened by the time they needed to be packed up. It doesn't get dark here at night in the summer, but there's a dusky blue to the sky as they walk through the golden grass toward the lake where Fedyor and Ivan live. It's very different than where Zoya grew up, very different than the city where they now live.

She's grateful for Nikolai, letting them say at his lodge (really a cabin) and mentioning to the neighbors they were there. She's grateful for those neighbors as well, as meddlesome as they first seemed to her, she agrees with Genya that they're pleasant people, worth getting to know.

As they wander toward the warm light of Fedyor and Ivan's cottage, she wonders if it would be possible for them to be friends in the city as well, or if this magic would not last in Os Alta. It's strange enough that she's friends with Nikolai, her boss, or ever managed to kiss Genya. She doesn't want to break anything.

But then Genya takes her hand and squeezes it, and the faint scent of ginger and spice from the cookies brings her at once to the present while reminding her of home. Whatever the magic is, it's here and she doesn't have to be afraid of losing it so long as she focuses on the present and loves it for what it is.

Much in the same way she loves Genya, she thinks. Or Ivan loves Fedyor. And they step through the door, Ivan offering them a rare smile as Fedyor welcomes them in.

#genya x zoya #zoya x genya #grishaverse #crown cafe #modern au #dreamy does fic #dreamy does domaystic #2023day18 #domaystic2023 #fivan #shadow and bone

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buckedmundo · 2 years ago

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zoya and genya would actually be adorable wait

#zoya x genya #shadow and bone #shadow and bone spoilers

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mayhemwrites · 1 year ago

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fucking perfect

Genya beams at her. Fucking perfect Genya, with her golden eyes that look like something out of a fucking book, and bright red hair -

Anyway.

Zoya thinks Genya is perfect, and she hates her for it, until she doesn't.

read it on ao3 here! written for the AU roulette challenge, with the prompt "your job"

full fic under the cut - one-sided pining, enemies to lovers, modern au, 2431 words

But no. Knowing Zoya's history of being notoriously bad with kids, her dad had decided to hire a babysitter instead of leaving her alone with her dozen younger cousins, but of course he'd said she had to stay. It was experience, or something. It would be good for her to learn to take care of little kids, and to get used to spending time with her cousins. He isn't wrong, exactly. After the divorce, now that her dad is moving in with the rest of his family, she's going to be living with her cousins until she goes off to college. If she can even afford tuition, let alone accommodation.

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Zoya's evening is fucking ruined. It's her own fault. If she hadn't bitched so much about having to babysit her cousins while her dad went out with his siblings, he wouldn't have found an actual babysitter, and she wouldn't have to spend an evening with Genya fucking Safin.

So he's right. But that doesn't make it any less annoying that not only is the babysitter he's found in Zoya's grade, she's also one of the few people Zoya absolutely can't stand. (Maybe 'few' is an exaggeration, but she and Genya have never gotten along. Ever since freshman year, when they met.)

Zoya's sitting on the couch in her new house, not sulking exactly, but strongly considering it, when the doorbell rings.

Her uncle goes to answer it, and she hears Genya's voice coming from the front hall. She asks all the right questions, judging by how impressed he sounds. Things about bedtimes and dinner and what are the kids allowed to do?

Then her uncle, the goddamn traitor, he knows she doesn't like Genya - he shows her through to the sitting room.

Genya beams at her. Fucking perfect Genya, with her golden eyes that look like something out of a fucking book, and bright red hair -

Anyway. Genya waves and says hi, still with that perfect smile plastered onto her face, and Zoya rolls her eyes and says hi back.

Her uncle leaves the room, and a minute later Zoya hears the door slam. So, she's stuck with Genya until her family comes back, which won't be til midnight, or something.

Genya sits down next to her. "Hey! How are you?”

Can Genya please stop pretending like they don't hate each other? It's not like this is some kind of one-sided rivalry. Every time Zoya wants something - every single time - Genya gets there first. Team captains, best grades - you name it, Genya beats Zoya for it. Genya hadn't even played soccer before Zoya decided she wanted to try out.

(And, okay, maybe Zoya's not wholly blameless here - she hadn't been interested in theater before she'd heard that Genya was auditioning for the lead role in the spring musical sophomore year, but Genya got the role anyway, so it doesn't count.)

"Fine, I guess," she says sullenly.

Genya sighs. "Do you have a problem with me, or something?"

"No." She stands up abruptly. "You should probably meet the kids."

"Yeah, good idea! Will you introduce me?"

And it's not like Zoya can say no, not without sounding like a complete asshole. So she introduces Genya to all her cousins, and entirely unsurprisingly, they all adore her. Every single one of them. How does Genya do it? They barely put up with Zoya, and now they're all over a complete stranger.

Fucking hell. Perfect, lovable Genya Safin. (And Zoya's still not over the unfairness of those eyes. Seriously, gold eyes? Should not exist.)

Of course as soon as the kids are done being enamoured with Genya, they start begging for dinner, so Zoya perches on the kitchen counter and lets Genya cook because yet again: obviously perfect Genya can cook.

The kids run off to watch TV, and Zoya's left watching Genya cook. It's almost mesmerizing, in a way, watching her make spaghetti sauce from scratch.

"You want some?" Genya asks after a while, snapping Zoya out of her daze. "There's enough pasta that I could make some for us as well, or if you want I could get us takeout after your cousins are in bed."

"Yeah, I don't know if I trust you enough to eat what you make," she says harshly. "Just because you're in my house, and my family seems to adore you, doesn't make us friends."

Genya shrugs. "Suit yourself. I'm assuming that means you also don't trust whatever I order from UberEats?"

"Pretty much. I'll get my own dinner."

God. Sometimes she makes herself sick with how bitchy she can be. There's no question that Genya deserves her enmity, but… does she always have to be so harsh?

She jumps down from the counter and stalks off to her room. Why couldn't Genya have been busy or something? And she's going to get paid for being here, antagonizing Zoya all night.

Over the sound of music in her headphones, she hears Genya call the kids for dinner. She doesn't move, though. Let Genya be the beloved babysitter, and Zoya the unwelcome interloper. She knows where she's not wanted.

Time passes. Zoya's not counting. From experience, if she counts down the hours until her dad gets home, it'll only go by slower.

She hears the sound of kids' feet on the stairs, and rolls over in bed to look at her alarm clock. Half past eight. Definitely bedtime.

Then nothing. No noise at all. Holy shit, is that even possible? She takes her headphones off to listen closer. Yep, somehow, perfect Genya has managed to get all Zoya's cousins in bed with no fuss. It's a goddamn miracle.

She waits a few minutes before settling down with a book, pyjamas on. But of course, because this night just had to get worse, the minute she gets comfortable, there's a knock on her bedroom door.

"What?" she demands.

The door opens slightly, and Zoya sits up to see Genya poking her head in. "I just wanted to say that I know you don’t trust me, or whatever, but there are some leftovers in the kitchen if you wanted some. Or I can order food. I don’t mind."

Goddamn. It would be so much easier to hate Genya if she wasn’t so nice all the time.

"How’d you get the kids in bed so quick?" she asks, avoiding the offer Genya had made.

She laughs. "Oh, I played a game with them. Kids tend to have a lot of energy at bedtime, but you can divert that by getting them ready for bed and doing something energetic at the same time."

"Shit. That’s smart. I’ll, uh, tell their parents, I guess. I won’t say it was your idea."

"Why not? Afraid they’ll ask me to come back and babysit again?" Genya says, raising one perfectly sculpted eyebrow.

Zoya flushes. "Yes, actually."

"Really?" Genya takes a step into Zoya’s room, closing the door behind her. "Has it been that bad?"

She takes another step in.

"I just - I don’t want you here!" she says, then winces. Shit. If she’d woken up the kids -

Genya freezes.

"Oh. Is that really how you feel?"

Zoya’s never seen Genya cry. She’s not sure anybody ever has. She wasn’t aware Genya could cry. Well, maybe that’s an exaggeration, but she’s never seen Genya express any kind of emotion at all. But she’s crying now.

Perfect Genya has tears running down her face from her perfect golden eyes.

Because of Zoya. Because of what Zoya said to her.

Shit.

She stands up and gets out of bed. Walks over to Genya.

What does she do now?

She tentatively rests a hand on Genya’s shoulder, but gets shrugged off immediately.

"If you don’t want me here, I won’t come back. Your family should be here in a few hours. We can stay out of each other’s way until then," Genya says, somehow holding it together enough to say all of that.

Zoya shakes her head. "That’s not what I meant - I mean, I did mean that, but I don’t think -"

What Genya’s suggesting is exactly what her plan had been up until that moment. But maybe that isn’t good enough. Maybe avoiding each other won’t fix this bitter hatred. Jealousy, Zoya supposes. She’s jealous of Genya.

"No, it’s fine. You hate me. I’m used to it," Genya says fiercely. "I just thought since I’m here, you could at least try to be civil and pretend like you don’t hate my guts for no good reason."

"No good reason?" Zoya spits incredulously. "Genya, I have every reason to hate you."

"Let’s hear them, then," Genya challenges. "Tell me why. I can handle it."

"You’re still fucking crying. I don’t think you can handle it."

"No, I want to know why you hate me when all I’ve done for the past three years is try to make you like me!" Genya blurts out, then claps a hand over her mouth.

What.

What the fuck.

"Huh."

"Nothing. Forget I said anything," Genya babbles, turning to leave. "This never happened."

Suddenly, things are starting to make a lot more sense.

Zoya walks out of her bedroom door. "Well, I’m going to go eat leftovers. If you want to stay there crying in my bedroom, go ahead. But if you want to actually talk about what you just said, you can come join me."

Genya follows her down the stairs, thank god. They walk in silence to the kitchen, where the bowl of pasta is still sitting on the countertop with a serving spoon in. Zoya grabs it and brings it over to the table, getting a couple of smaller spoons from the drawer as Genya sits down.

"So? Are we going to talk?"

"Uh. Do we have to?" Genya says nervously.

"Yeah, I think we’re long overdue for a talk."

"Then sure."

Zoya sighs. "Let’s start with what you said a minute ago. What do you mean that you’ve been trying to get me to like you?"

Genya blushes a deep crimson. "I mean that I’ve… been trying to impress you, I guess? This is awkward."

"Oh. Like. As in. Impress me how? And why?"

Maybe it says something that Zoya lost the ability to string a sentence together the moment Genya said that she wanted to impress her.

"Like, you liked soccer, so I signed up for soccer so I could be good at something you liked. Shit like that, I guess."

"Oh."

"I thought I was being so obvious that I liked you."

"Oh."

She laughs nervously. "Are you okay? You sound like you're having an existential crisis."

"I kind of am."

Genya rests one hand over Zoya's, and she almost jumps out of her skin.

Hm.

"I guess I wasn't as obvious as I thought?"

"No! I thought you were just trying to sabotage me with everything!" Zoya says wildly. "What do you mean you've liked me since freshman year?"

"I mean I've always liked you," Genya says with a shrug. "Your confidence. The way you don't take shit."

Is she dreaming? Did she fall asleep in bed or something?

"Hold on. Liked as in romantically?"

"Yes, Zoya," she sighs. "As in romantically. And I get it if that makes you hate me even more."

Zoya pauses. It would be so easy to break Genya's heart in this moment. She watches as she wipes a stray tear from her cheek.

But holy shit, Genya likes her.

When Zoya realized that the beautiful girl in her math class freshman year was actually a bitch, Genya liked her. When Zoya stormed out of soccer practice because Genya got picked as captain, Genya liked her - she'd been trying to impress her.

And, well, maybe when Zoya auditioned for Lydia in Beetlejuice in sophomore year because she knew Genya was, she'd been trying to impress her. Trying to somehow get closer to beautiful, perfect Genya.

Maybe it's not normal that she's always thinking about how unfairly gorgeous her supposed enemy is.

"It doesn't."

Genya looks up at Zoya, golden eyes brimming with tears. "You don't hate me more because of this?"

Zoya swallows her pride and meets Genya's eyes. She really is beautiful.

"Actually, I feel the same."

"You're lying to me," Genya says immediately. "This is some kind of revenge thing."

"No. Genya, I promise it isn't. I know I've given you no reason to trust me, but… I wouldn't say I liked you if I didn't. And I do. Like you, that is. The first thing I ever thought about you was that you were beautiful."

Genya frowns. "Just beautiful? Zoya, I don't want -"

"But you're more than beautiful. You're smart, you're bold and outspoken, you're talented, you're warm and friendly and just - you're fucking perfect, and I think I've been in love with you since the moment you walked into our math class freshman year." The words just spill out of her, and she can feel her cheeks getting redder as she goes on.

"Zoya."

"Yeah?"

"You're an idiot. You know that, right?"

She laughs. "Yeah, I know that now. Be my girlfriend anyway?"

Genya's breath catches. "Of course."

And so Zoya leans in to kiss her, but -

"Zoya? Miss Genya? I feel sick," comes a voice from down the hall, and they both spring back and jump up.

This time Zoya watches as Genya consoles her third-youngest cousin, Sumaiya, and gets her back to bed in record time. Genya might just be the best thing that ever happened to the whole Nabri family, and Zoya's definitely going to make sure she gets invited back as soon as possible.

When they've made sure all the kids are safely asleep, they go back downstairs to the sitting room and sit next to each other on the couch. It's been almost five hours since Genya got here - since Zoya was sat sulking on this exact couch.

"So where were we?" Zoya asks, keeping her voice low.

Genya smiles and blushes. "I don't know, why don't you show me?"

When Zoya leans forward and kisses Genya, this time there are no kids to interrupt. And when her family gets back, she's sorry to see Genya go. The only thing keeping her from clinging onto her and begging her not to leave is Genya's promise to plan a date.

A perfect first date for my perfect girlfriend, she'd said. And while Zoya doesn't necessarily agree that she's the perfect one in the relationship, she's definitely looking forward to seeing what kind of first date her perfect girlfriend is going to come up with.

#take a shot every time zoya calls genya perfect #(this fic isn't necessarily inspired by me having a crush on a pretty girl in my math class‚ but like...... maybe it is a little bit)#grishaverse #mayhem writes #zoya nazyalensky #genya safin #zoya x genya #is that a thing? is there a ship name?#auroulette2023 #shadow and bone

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cheesewelsom · 2 years ago

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{ The Sanark }

( Genya Safin / Zoya Nazyanelsky / Alina Starkov )

Since Alina has the water whip as an Amplifier, im just imagining her using her light powers and almost frying herself. Those scales around her waist, neck, wrists are water hungry, which is ironic because she's the sun summoner.

She just fry's herself from time to time. Whenever she fights the darkling. she over heats, something smells like cooked fish, then Alina begs Zoya for rain.

After a fight, she drowns herself in her bathtub, A rain cloud over her head, And a tired and wet genya fetching for water every hour or so.

#S&B #Shadow and bones #Genya safin #Genya #Alina starkov #Alina #zoya nazyanelsky #Zoya #Zoyalina #Genyalina #Zoya x genya

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maidenofcrows · 1 month ago

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I feel like we don’t really talk about David threatening to kill someone for Genya enough. I mean, yes, it’s recognized as one of his peak moments, but I mean beyond “Aw, that’s so sweet of him.”

This is David Kostyk. He’s an inventor. His whole thing is to make new things. To create. He helped fight the epitome of destruction, so what’s the point of causing more destruction by taking someone’s life? It’s not antithetical to his character, but it’s also not the first thing I would ordinarily expect from him.

But then… we do know that David is extraordinarily blunt. We know that Baghra didn’t want to teach him out of fear of what he could become. And his friends don’t even seem all that surprised when he delivered the threat (they were all fairly aggravated; I digress).

This man absolutely meant what he said, and I firmly believe that if Yuri had offended Genya one more time, they would have found the body in 78 different strategically chosen locations

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jkriordanverse · 2 months ago

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Candy Salad trauma dumping but it's The Crows + some others

Wylan: Hi i'm Wylan and when my dad found out I was dyslexsic he tried to get me to learn how to read and when that didn't work he tried to kill me in a canal. Oh, I brought M&Ms *dumps in bowl*

Kaz: do I have to do this? This is mandatory? Okay...

Kaz: Hi i'm Kaz and when I was nine my dad died in a plough incident and my brother and I had to move onto the streets and we got scammed by this ugly, demonic, terrible-

Nina: hurry up

Kaz: who took all our money and my brother died. I brought Sour Patches. *dumps in bowl*

Nina: Hi so my name is Nina and when I was training as a Grisha i accidently wandered where i wasn't supposed to go and I was hauled onto a ship full of racist and cruel men who probably were going to kill me. I brought Trolli btwwwwwwww :D *dumps in bowl*

Inej: Hi i'm Inej and when I was fourteen I was captured by Slavers and sold into a pleasure house where I was supposed to work at the Menagerie as an "indenture" but turns out she actually charges you for food and drinks and everything so there was actually no way outttttttt unless you become rich which is also impossible because she takes that away and beats you up if you keep anything gifted away from her. I brought Skittles. *dumps in bowl*

Jesper: Hi i'm Jesper and when I was young my mother died using her Grisha powers to save a girl so my father discouraged me from using my powers and when I was fifteen I left to attend university in Ketterdam but then I got into ✨gamblinggggggg✨and joined a gang because Kaz saved me from getting beaten up. Oh, and I have ADHD. I brought Nerds. *dumps in bowl*

Matthias: Hi i'm Matthias and when I was young some Inferni killed my family so i joined the druskelle and turns out they were also really really bad and i got locked into prison for some time where I was forced to fight against a holy symbolism of my religion. I brought marshmellows. *dumps in bowl*

Kuwei: Hiii bitches I'm Kuwei and when I was 15 or so i was captured and my father was killed on the frontier and later I got taken away by Fjerdannnnnnnssssss where I was taken as prisoner and forced to pretend I had a drug to enhance and control Grisha powerssssss. I am Grisha btw LOLZ. Also I brought Haribos. Hope you like it.

Zoya: Hi my name is Zoya and when I was a kid I used to try and gain her affection by giving my shares of food to her and studying extra hard but then when I was nine she tried to sell me to a man over triple my age. I brought kit kats. *dumps in bowl*

Genya: Hi i'm Genya and this creepy weird dude called the Darkling gifted me to the queen when I was young and I caught the king's attention and i got sexually abused because turns out he was a pedophile so i started rubbing poison on my body to poison him but i was on the wrong side- I brought jellybeans. *dumps in bowl*

Bonus: Zoya: Hi my name is Zoya and when I was a kid I used to try and gain her affection by giving my shares of food to her and studying extra hard but then when I was nine she tried to sell me to a man over triple my age. I brought kit kats. *dumps in bowl* Genya: Hi i'm Genya and this creepy weird dude called the Darkling gifted me to the queen when I was young and I caught the king's attention and i got sexually abused because turns out he was a pedophile so i started rubbing poison on my body to poison him but i was on the wrong side- I brought jellybeans. *dumps in bowl*

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