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smutty fiyero x reader, friends to lovers where he's cocky af too👀👀👀

no because it would be so intimate too 🥹

you riding him as he just stares at you in utter awe

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It was me🤭

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unadulterated loathing masterlist

pairing: fiyero tigelaar x fem reader

status: complete!

summary: you are forced to pair with up fiyero for a history project. things don’t go as you imagine.

featuring (one sided) rivals to lovers, constantly stressed reader and constantly flirting fiyero, and a sprinkle of angst in a lot of fluff with even more banter

overall warning(s): reader is insecure and stressed to the max bc she is an academic weapon! but this is basically all fluff

total wc: 15,311

part 1 ↳ doctor dillamond pairs you and fiyero together for his midterm. you promptly decide that you hate him.

part 2 ↳ turns out you have to spend a lot of time together to write a ten page essay. maybe you don't hate him that much.

part 3 ↳ things come to a head between you and fiyero in more ways than one.

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unadulterated loathing (pt 3, finale)

pt 1 / pt 2

pairing: fiyero tigelaar x fem reader

summary: you are forced to partner up with fiyero on a history project. things don't go as you imagine.

a/n: the final part!! this was meant to be a really short one shot to show my appreciation for jb and then it ended up becoming. 15000 words. so you know sometimes things happen. anyways i hope you enjoy lol i had a lot of fun writing these two

wc: 4.7k

warning(s): none really? i guess some minor angst w/ allusions to cheating but this is the resolution it's pretty much all fluff

You’d never been this nervous on your way to the library. 

Maybe it was because you were just on the edge of helping Fiyero cheat on his girlfriend, and said girlfriend showed up in the midst of said almost cheating. 

Yeah. It was probably that. 

You didn’t know what was wrong with you, honest. It was almost exactly two weeks ago that you were a perfectly sane individual, more interested in making sure Fiyero didn’t ruin your life, and more importantly your grades—and now you couldn’t stop thinking about him. 

You exhaled slowly as you stopped outside the door. You were going to finish the project tonight, and then everything would be back to normal. You would be back to only caring about your grades, and Fiyero would go back to Galinda. 

You ran your hands down your uniform to straighten your top, as well as try to straighten out your thoughts. At least you were early—you’d have some time to try and be a normal person while you waited for Fiyero to show up. 

That is, until you walked into the library and immediately heard someone call your name. 

Your eyes snapped in the direction of the voice, and your breath hitched despite yourself when you saw it was Fiyero. You cringed against the dirty looks from various students as you hurried over to him, where he sat at your usual table. 

“Good of you to finally show up,” he said in mock disdain. “You know, we are partners, so it would be nice for you to put in the same amount of effort.” 

You huffed as he threw your words back at you. “Clever. You’re still not meant to be loud in a library.” 

Fiyero shrugged. “I’m sure they don’t mind.” 

“They very much do,” you said, taking your seat across from him. “And why are you so early?”

“I wanted to make sure we got our usual spot,” he said. “Very popular real estate, this table.” 

“Right,” you nodded. “Thank you, then.” 

“Of course.” Fiyero looked at the stack of books in your arms—you’d been carrying them around for the past two weeks. “I wasn’t sure if you would remember to get the books after.” 

“Didn’t I tell you?” you said wryly. “I remember everything.” 

“Of course,” he repeated, his lips twitching. “I went by the library after to get them, but sure enough, you already had.” 

“You went to get them?” 

“You were soaked to the bone. I figured you had more important things to do.” 

“If you’ve been listening at all lately, you would know that school is the most important thing to me.”

“Right.” Fiyero chuckled, but there was a different edge to it. “I trust you were able to get back safely?” 

“It’s just to my dorm. I was fine. Oh, and—” you opened your bag and pulled out Fiyero’s jacket, perfectly folded— “thank you for this. I washed and dried it, so you don’t have to worry about any of it.”

He smiled as he took it, choosing to set it down next to him rather than slip it back on. Honestly, you were thankful. You… really liked this stripped down look. “I’m glad it was useful.” 

“It was,” you nodded. “How was your talk with Galinda?” 

He sighed and shook his head. “It was nothing.” 

“Fiyero, it was very obviously something,” you said. “What did she say to you?” 

“I brought coffee like you asked,” he said instead. He pushed both cups over to you. 

“Fiyero—” 

“I got you two,” he continued. “Figured you would need them more than I do.” 

You held your tongue as you stared at him, and he stared right back. It was clear you weren’t going to get anything out of him about this—at least, not yet. 

So you nodded and took one of the cups. “Thank you. You’re probably right.” 

Fiyero smiled and nodded. Then his eyes lit up, and he pointed at you. “You said you knew why Dillamond paired us together.” 

“Oh, yeah.” You chuckled a bit and shrugged. “I don’t know how I didn’t figure it out sooner. He was hoping we would both mellow each other out.” 

He frowned. “What do you mean?” 

“All I really care about is school. I have big dreams and only one shot at them, so I refuse to slow down—I don’t know how to not stress about everything in my life, and it’s kinda killing me. You, on the other hand, don’t stress about anything. You dance through life without care—for your grades, what other people think about you, even the future, but because of it, people don’t ever see you for who you really are.” You tapped on the table between you. “We’re opposite ends of the spectrum. Doctor Dillamond wanted this project to help us meet in the middle—to influence each other for the better.”

“...Huh.” Fiyero leaned back and laughed. “So this was really just some kind of experiment?”

“I wouldn’t go that far,” you said wryly. “I think he just saw an opportunity and took it.” You gave him a look. “He was probably tired of you failing every test.” 

“And he was probably tired of you trying to take over his job,” Fiyero said in turn. 

“Oh, whatever,” you admonished with a smile. 

“Do you think it worked?”

“...I think so, yeah.” You gestured at him. “I couldn’t stand you at the beginning of all this. Now, I’d say we’re something close to friends.” 

“Something close to friends?” he asked in mock pain. “Not even the full thing?” 

“Give it another month.” 

“I don’t know,” Fiyero said offhandedly. “Wanting to hang out for another month sounds like something friends would do.” 

“Are you done?” you asked. 

“Never,” he said. “But I’ll put a temporary pause on it. Where are we at? How much work do we have left?” 

“We’ve got the whole paper written and I’ve proofread all of it—we just need to go through and rewrite some parts to make them stronger, and maybe add a little more substance in the middle. The sixth page is the weakest one.” 

“Makes sense,” he said. “It is the sixth page.” 

You huffed a laugh as you opened the folder you’d been keeping everything in and slid it over to the middle of the table. “Have you read the whole thing yet?” 

He shook his head, and your eyebrows rose. “Really? 

“Just the pages I wrote,” he said. “I’m sure yours are much better than mine.” 

“Then you read the whole essay while I go through my additions,” you said. “I could use some fresh eyes on it all—I’ve been staring at those words forever.” 

Fiyero nodded and took the stapled papers out of the folder. He met your eyes as he flipped the top page over. “Very nice title page.” 

“Thank you,” you said. “I took inspiration from the cover of a book Ilara wrote on Winkie languages, actually.” 

His eyebrows shot up. “Really?” 

You shrugged, biting back your smile as you turned back to your pages. “I thought it would be a nice touch.” 

You could see Fiyero’s smile out of your peripherals, and it almost made you forget about the questions gnawing at your skull. 

But now clearly wasn’t the time. So you pushed them away and did what you did best—ignored everything else in your life in favor of getting your schoolwork done. 

The time passed quickly enough that way. It took Fiyero a decent amount of time to read the entire paper—it didn’t help that he got distracted about twenty-five times and bothered you with questions each time, but his questions were at least related to the paper half the time, so you humored them. 

Two hours, both coffees, what felt like a thousand questions, and one exploded fountain pen later (thankfully not yours, though Fiyero somehow made the ink splatter on his undershirt look good)—

“I… think we’re actually done.” 

“Oz, I hope so,” Fiyero muttered. “This is the longest I’ve ever been in the library.” 

“These are rookie numbers,” you said wryly. “But yes, we’re done. We’ve got a really solid paper here, Fiyero.” You smiled. “And you helped with a good amount of it.” 

He puffed out his chest. “And you thought I would just ride your coattails the entire time.” 

“You thought that too,” you said. 

“I did,” he amended. “But it’s kind of impossible going against you.” 

You grinned. “I can’t believe it took you this long to figure it out.” 

You stood up from the table and took some time to stretch. Your wrists and fingers hurt from writing, and your eyes were strained from reading so much of your own writing (and Fiyero’s) for so long, but none of it really bothered you. You finished your midterm the day before it was due, and you were immensely proud of it. Considering you were at odds—admittedly one-sided odds—with Fiyero at the beginning, it should have been branded a miracle. 

“I know I’ve said it a lot, but I truly don’t know how you do this,” Fiyero said. “This is the most I’ve used my brain in a long time, but this is how you live. Truly exhausting.” 

You smiled. “Maybe you can try and get better grades now.” 

“Oh, darling,” Fiyero chided, “who do you think I am?” 

You chuckled and shook your head. “It was worth a shot.” 

You began to gather all the books scattered about the table—you were usually organized when you did work, but you’d ended up making quite the mess—and Fiyero helped. The two of you dropped them in the returns and you cracked your knuckles. 

“I’m so glad I don’t have to keep carrying all those back and forth,” you said.

“I’m surprised you haven’t thrown out your back yet,” he remarked. “But now you’re done with books for a while, at least.” 

“Oh, hardly,” you remarked. “In fact, there’s a chemistry book I need to check out to help with my assignment coming up.” 

Fiyero frowned as he started following your quick pace back to the aisles. “Have you got another paper?” 

“Not yet,” you said, paying him no mind as you checked book bindings to keep yourself on the right track. He could hardly keep up with you. “I just want to study up on the method we’re going to be using so I know how to do it.” 

“Isn’t the point of class to learn how to do it?” he asked. 

“I’m just wasting time if I don’t already know what I’m doing,” you said. You made a triumphant noise as you realized you were in the right aisle, and you started moving down, eyes rapidly scanning last names on book spines. 

“You truly make no sense,” Fiyero murmured. 

“There it is!” you exclaimed. You took a particularly hefty book off the shelf and skimmed through the first couple of pages, nodding once you’d confirmed you had the right one. “Alright, now we can—”

“That’s one nasty bruise.” 

You looked up from the pages to see Fiyero much closer than before, his brows furrowed as he looked at your arm. 

Your attention fell to where he was focused on, and you shrugged. “I must’ve done it while I was getting out of the water. I’ve always bruised easily.” 

“Probably because you don’t take care of yourself,” he said wryly. He moved to take your arm, but he met your eyes first for permission. When you nodded, he placed one hand underneath to support it. “Does it hurt?” 

“Not anymore,” you said. “I told you, Fiyero—I’m fine.” 

“I know,” he sighed. “You always are; I’m beginning to realize that.” 

You shrugged, though you smiled inwardly. “It’s a virtue.” 

“I really am sorry that you fell into the water,” he said. “I feel like it’s my fault.” 

“It’s not your fault at all,” you said. If anything, it was your fault for going into complete panic mode at the slightest glimpse of Galinda. 

“Still, though,” he said. “I’m surprised you weren’t angrier.” 

“Well… All this time I’ve spent with you has made me realize I don’t need to take everything so seriously.” You gave him a sideways smile, trying to imitate that easy smile he always seemed to have in his back pocket. “Especially when I’ve already got everything worked out.” 

“I’m glad I could teach you something,” Fiyero said softly. “In return for all you taught me.” 

“I taught you how to write an essay, you taught me how to not be miserable all the time,” you said wryly. “Certainly equals.” 

“You came along with it,” he murmured. “That’s more valuable than anything.” 

Something hard pressed against your back, and you realized you’d backed up against the bookcases, Fiyero angled in a way that caged you in. You met his eyes, surprised to see he was already looking at you. 

His gaze drifted to your lips. He started to lean in, you doing the same without fully realizing it, as if the two of you were pulled by some invisible string. 

His eyes had already fluttered shut. You were inches from his lips—he was letting you take the first step at your own pace. 

And then you stopped. 

“You’re with Galinda,” you whispered. You couldn’t help it. 

Fiyero stopped, and he sighed before he opened his eyes. “Hardly.”

“You’re arm in arm everywhere you go,” you said. “She’s head over heels for you and everyone knows, most of all you. You saw how she reacted to the two of us down by the water today!”

“She thinks there’s so much more than there is,” he said. “I’ve been pulling away. If she hasn’t noticed—”

“Does she know that?” you asked. 

He stayed silent. 

“Fiyero, does she know that you think this little of your relationship?” 

“...No,” he admitted. “She’s not the best at taking hints.” 

“Then don’t make her take them. Tell her.” You shook your head, letting out a shaky sigh as you took a step back. “If— if you actually want this—want me—then you have to tell her. You have to end things with her.”

Fiyero reached out a hand as he said your name, and you shook your head once more. 

“Galinda doesn’t deserve to be strung along while you try to figure out how you feel,” you said. “And neither do I.”

“That’s not what this is,” he said. “I promise.”

“Promises mean nothing if they’re just words,” you said. You wrapped your arms around yourself, trying to get rid of the chill running down your spine. “You know what I want, Fiyero. If it’s not what you want, then—”

“What do you want?” he interrupted. 

“I—” the word stuck in your throat. Fiyero was so close you could feel his warmth, smell his scent—it threatened to overwhelm you in the most intoxicating way. 

“What?” Fiyero’s gaze didn’t waver. Oz, he wanted to kill you. He wanted to hear you say it.

“I want you,” you finally managed to get out. Something changed in his eyes, and you saw his throat bob. “But I need to know this is real.” 

Fiyero took your hand. “It is.” 

He pulled you closer to him, and it would have been the easiest thing in the world to fall into him and let him give you what you’d been fighting against. But you weren’t going to kiss him and make a fool of yourself just for him to go back to Galinda. 

“Then prove it,” you said. You took your hand back, and you pushed past him. Fiyero put up no resistance, and you still felt his eyes on you. 

“And when I do?” he spoke up. 

That stopped you in your tracks. You turned to meet his eyes, softer than you’d ever seen them. You looked down at the book in your hand, and you held it out to him. 

“Then meet in the library tomorrow to help me with my chemistry assignment.” 

Fiyero took the book and nodded. “I guess I’ve got even more to learn.”

-

You had a very rude awakening to your alarm clock the next morning. 

You hadn’t been able to sleep the whole night, your stupid, stupid words replaying in your head over and over again. Usually, when you couldn’t sleep you just worked on homework. But all of your homework was done, and you’d just finished your essay, so you had nothing to do but stare up at the ceiling. And stare up at the ceiling you did — you counted all the flowers and leaves on it at least fifteen times. 

It didn’t really help that Fiyero appeared in your dreams once you finally did manage to get some sleep, doing all sorts of lovely things to you. 

Cora was right. Against your better judgment, you liked Fiyero—just like everyone else liked Fiyero. 

All you had to hope was that he liked you too. 

It wasn’t absurd to think he did, was it? The man tugged at your strings constantly, but he stayed by your side the entire project despite your insults. He barely even glanced at Galinda when she confronted the two of you, and he offered his jacket in spite of all of it. 

He practically told you he liked you last night—Great Oz, he tried to kiss you. 

You overthought everything in your life, but you couldn’t overthink this. 

Could you?

God, men turned you into a disaster. There was a reason you avoided silly dalliances. 

You tried to push Fiyero out of your mind as much as possible as you got ready, but it wasn’t easy. You could, in fact, overthink this—and you very much were. 

You opened your door to go to the restrooms, but your door hit something. You frowned and crouched down, and you realized it was a book. Your chemistry book.

Your heart pounded as you picked it up. A strip of paper had been wedged in the middle, and when you pulled it out and smoothed the slip, you nearly dropped the book. 

You’re what I want. I just have to clear some things up. 

Meet me at Ozdust after dark. Wear your best. 

FT

Your heart fluttered despite yourself. 

Fiyero didn’t forget. You hadn’t scared him off with your declarations, with— with all your you. 

He didn’t forget. He chose you. 

He chose you. 

(You couldn’t overthink this.) 

((You were going to.))

Oh, Oz. 

How were you meant to go to your classes today?

-

You could have sworn you were shaking the entire way to Ozdust. 

This was just… not you. Sneaking off campus in the middle of the night, getting glitzed up to go dance, being with someone like Fiyero—it was so unfamiliar. You had to get Coralie to do your makeup and hair, and she squealed practically the entire time. For someone so smart, she really lost it when she was right. 

But you owed it to him to go through with it. After all, he wrote a ten page paper with you. You could do a little bit of dancing. 

You’d already started looking for him the moment you walked through the doors. You needed one thing to keep you afloat here. 

Thankfully, it didn’t take very long. You found Fiyero leaning up against a pillar, his arms crossed and gaze unfocused as his foot bounced up and down repeatedly. Warmth blossomed within your body just at the sight of him, which you were partly thankful for—your dress had you shivering. 

His head perked up as if he could sense your arrival, and it only took a few moments for him to find you in the crowd. The weight on his shoulders dissolved as he grinned and started to weave his way through the throngs of bodies to get to you. 

You couldn’t help but smile too when he reached you, something you’d never really seen before in his eyes as he met yours.

“You came,” Fiyero said.

“How could I not?”

He let out a nervous laugh. “Very easily, I think. I saw about a hundred different scenarios where you didn’t show.” 

“Overthinking,” you said. “It looks like I’ve taught you a little too much.” 

Fiyero grinned and shook his head. “Never.” 

You lifted up the skirt of your dress, feeling your skin heat beneath his gaze. “What do you think?”

“You’re beautiful,” he said softly. “You always are— always have been. This just accentuates it.”

“You’re too kind.” You wrapped your arms around yourself on instinct, feeling awfully bare and insecure now that everything had settled a bit. “This… isn’t exactly my scene.” 

“That project wasn’t my scene and you got me through it well enough,” he responded. “This is my scene—so just trust me and let me take the lead.”

“Trust you?” you said with a sideways smile. “I’m not sure there are worse things.”

“Oh, believe me.” Fiyero held out his hand. “There are indeed.” 

Before you could doubt yourself, you took it. He walked you to the dance floor, and you cleared your throat. 

“Is this a bad time to say I don’t really dance?” 

“You’ll be fine,” Fiyero assured. “I’m an excellent lead.” 

He was indeed. You always thought that you had two left feet, but Fiyero made you feel like you actually knew what you were doing. Every time you thought you might step on his foot, he would take you into the next few steps and it would all be fine. Of course, his touch lit flames everywhere it went, but that was of no matter. He only made you weak in the knees. 

As you looked at Fiyero, your arms draped around his neck and his hands resting on your waist while you swayed together to a slower part of the song, you couldn’t help but ask. 

“How did you break it to her?” 

Fiyero sighed. “I was wondering when you were going to ask that.” 

“You can’t blame me,” you said. 

“No,” he agreed. He sighed again. “Very carefully. And I had to do it about three times, because she didn’t fully believe me the first two times.” 

You bit your lip. “I’m sorry.” 

“Oh, don’t be. It was a long time coming. I care about her, but not in the way she does for me.” He gave you a wry smile. “That’s why I left the book at your door. I didn’t know how long it would take.” 

“And how long did it take?

“The better half of the day.”

You winced. “I hope she’s alright.”

“She will be,” he said. “Especially with someone like Elphaba by her side.”

“Good,” you said. “I… I didn’t want to hurt her.”

“You didn’t,” Fiyero assured. “If anything, you kept her from further harm by bringing me to my senses.”

“I wasn’t sure if you had.” You let out a nervous laugh—all of this was such new territory that you felt like you were stumbling over every step. 

“I wasn’t sure if you were going to show,” Fiyero said in turn. “It’s the first time I’ve been nervous about a girl in a while.”

His smile was so genuine, with a touch of the anxiousness you felt over every little part of your life. It had to feel absurd for someone who never worried a day in their life. 

“Really?” you asked. “I make you nervous?”

Fiyero shrugged—he actually looked bashful, and it was the cutest thing in the world. “You’ve got that effect on me. Effortlessly, I might add.” 

“Flatterer,” you remarked, but you were grinning all the while. “You know, you have the same effect on me. I stressed out even more trying to figure out if you liked me or not. Or if I liked you.”

“You know how much I adore that beautiful brain of yours,” Fiyero said, “but we made it. There’s nothing for you to overthink here.” 

“Oh, I think you underestimate me,” you said wryly. “Right now, I’m mainly stressing out about my dress and my makeup and accidentally stepping on your foot. I’m also a little stressed about the strength of these pillars, and I’m already thinking about my next assignment in chemistry now that I’ve got my book back.” 

Fiyero laughed as he spun you around. “Let me try to lay some of those to rest then,” he said when he had you back in his arms. “You look absolutely stunning in your dress, and your makeup is  perfect. You’re not going to step on my foot, and if you do, you can blame it on me because I’m leading you. If any of these pillars collapse, I’ll save you as any prince worth his salt would. As for your chemistry assignment, we’ll just work together on it.” 

You leaned your head against his chest as you swayed together. “And just how much do you know about chemistry?” 

“If you’re talking about whatever it is going on between the two of us, then I consider myself an expert.” 

“Fiyero.” You tried to be stern, but you couldn’t help your smile. He just brought out a different side in you. 

“Oh, you’ll be fine. I know you will.” When he twirled you back around, he wore the same easy smile from when the two of you got paired together. Funny how you wanted to punch it off him then, and you want to kiss it off him now. “You got me to write an essay without me complaining the entire time. You can do anything.” 

“Oh, I know I can,” you said with a smile. “I don’t do all this because I doubt that I’ll succeed.”

“That’s what I like to hear,” he mused. 

“Really?”

“I just want you to know how amazing you are,” Fiyero said. “I’ll tell you every day if that’s what it takes.”

“I wouldn’t say no to that,” you murmured.

A new song started up and Fiyero guided you into a new dance. He was so sure of every step that it almost made you feel like you knew what you were doing as well. 

“You say you’re prepared for anything.” Fiyero’s voice was a sultry whisper as he led you around the floor, and your entire body ignited with his every word and touch. “What would you do if I kissed you?”

For a moment, all you could do was meet his lidded gaze. It dropped to your lips, and suddenly it was all you could imagine.

“I—” your throat bobbed as you swallowed, your mouth dry beyond belief, “—I would kiss you back.”

“Oh, darling,” he breathed, the hand he had on your waist drawing you closer, “that was all you needed to say.”

Fiyero dipped you, strong arms supporting you all the while as he leaned down to meet your lips. It was everything that you’d imagined and more, his plush lips enveloping yours as his scent filled your nose.

He took over all your senses. His scent, his lips on yours, his strong arms supporting you with ease, your fingers tangling in his hair. Were his arms not around you, you would have surely collapsed. You always thought people were exaggerating when they said they got weak in the knees—you didn’t think that anymore. 

Fiyero only let up an inch when he pulled away, still close enough for your noses to brush even as he brought you back up out of the dip. You closed your eyes and touched your forehead to his, and you heard his breath hitch the slightest bit. The ballroom was full of people, and yet he made you feel as if you were the only two in all of Oz. 

“You’re incredible,” you murmured. You felt like you could melt. 

“As are you.” Fiyero let out a breathy sigh. “I can’t believe I waited so long.” 

“I hope it was worth the wait.” 

“You’re worth everything and more,” he said softly. 

He leaned in and brushed his lips against yours again; once, twice, three times before he pulled back. He was nothing less than intoxicating. 

“We make a pretty good team,” he said with a sideways smile. “Don’t you agree?”

This time, spurred on by his encouragement, you cupped his face in your hands and kissed him. Fiyero kept you close with his hands on your waist, and you only pulled away when air became a necessity. You couldn’t help your stupid smile—it had been a long time since you’d felt this happy, and it was all because of the man in front of you. 

You couldn’t believe you ever thought you loathed him. 

“I do,” you murmured. “I really, really do.”

[keigohawks]

hopeless - fiyero tigelaar x reader

gender not mentioned, reader is friends with galinda

a/n: jumping on the fiyero bandwagon hehehe. timeline may be a bit off, forgive me. hope you enjoy and thanks for reading! <3

word count: 1132

You were surprised when Fiyero began caring about his academic progression. It was out of character from what you had come to know of him. You saw a lot of him when he first arrived at Shiz, thanks to Galinda wanting desperately to befriend the Winkie Prince.

Nothing about him impressed you all that much, especially after his awful treatment of those poor books in the library. Sure, he was good-looking and seemed to have the entire student body at his heel, but looks can only get you so far.

You went to the Ozdust that night at Galinda's behest. Fiyero was there, of course, looking far too smug for your liking. He seemed to take an interest in you. But when your indifference was made evident to him, he simply reminded you that his plan to corrupt his fellow students included you.

And from that day on, you could never manage to shake him off.

Everywhere you went, he was there, trying to distract you, following you around or rambling on about something that you couldn't bring yourself to pay attention to. It was bothersome at first, but eventually became a part of your daily routine.

It wasn't until much later, with the approach of midterms, that Fiyero suddenly started begging you for help. He wanted you to help him study. He even called you clever, beautiful, and kind somewhere in the process of his pleading, no doubt trying to flatter you.

He mentioned something about finally having a reason to stay and not wanting to get kicked out of another school. You agreed begrudgingly, mainly because you knew he wouldn't stop asking if you didn't. But also because you couldn't fathom the thought of him going away. Much to your chagrin, the prince had grown on you.

And so, you made plans to meet, deciding on the quad at first. A good decision; you still didn't trust Fiyero being in the library. As the first study session approached, you started growing a little nervous. You hadn't spent time with him in such a manner before. You suspected it was just the 'Fiyero Tigelaar Effect' that so many Shiz students suffered from and reminded yourself it was no big deal.

However, it was definitely a big deal to Galinda. She pranced into your room unannounced the morning before your first meet-up with Fiyero, later prompting your roommate to talk to you about boundaries. Galinda insisted on helping you prepare for your 'date', lending you a pair of over-the-top shoes and attacking your hair with a brush.

Despite the girl's efforts, it made no difference to Fiyero later that afternoon, who just smiled and told you that you'd been 'galinda-fied'.

As the days passed, Fiyero managed to stay consistent with you, only sometimes changing locations based on his heart's desire. The two of you move to the garden, the cafe and even the Oz-forsaken library. At first, you suspected this whole arrangement may have been some ploy for him to 'corrupt' you, but after a few sessions, Fiyero does the unexpected.

He turns out to be completely serious about this. He listens to you, he tries to understand, and he very, very rarely decides to distract you.

You're almost impressed.

That brings you to now, just a few days before midterms start. You and Fiyero are cramming in one last study session.

The two of you are currently situated on the floor of his dorm room. He sits with his back against the the side of his bed as he racks his brain over a linguification paper. You sit facing him, your arm resting on the mattress, propping up your head.

Fiyero furrows his brow and mumbles some words to himself. You should be helping him, you think to yourself, but your attention has been entirely diverted in the last ten minutes. You're not focused on the paper but on Fiyero and his adorable facial expressions instead. To your defence, the two of you have been at this for over an hour.

"Can we take a break?" he speaks up after a while.

You blink, momentarily caught off guard, but you quickly recover. You decide you could do with a breather yourself.

"Yeah, of course," you tell him.

"Thank Oz," he mutters, unceremoniously dumping the paper on the floor.

You watch as it joins the multitude of textbooks and worksheets that are scattered about.

Fiyero slumps against the bed, tilting his head back to rest on the mattress. "This is hopeless. I'm never going to get it."

You turn your attention back to him, smiling reassuringly. "Sure you will. Don't give up now."

"You have too much faith in me," he replies.

"And you have not enough," you tell him.

He lets out an exasperated sigh in response, covering his face with his hands. You watch him as silence falls between the two of you. It's unfair how he makes being distressed look so good.

A few more seconds of silence pass before Fiyero speaks again. "I just thought of something that might help."

"Oh? What would that be?" you ask.

"A little motivation, that's all," he shrugs, sitting up slightly. "If I pass my midterms, will you let me take you out?"

You raise an eyebrow, slightly amused by his idea. "You mean on a date?"

"Of course," Fiyero smiles. "We can go somewhere proper. A nice dinner or something."

"Right, and we'll just conveniently ignore how we're not allowed to go out at night."

His expression becomes mischievous as he leans closer, "Well, you do remember what I told you at the Ozdust all those weeks ago, don't you?"

You hum in response, catching his drift. So maybe this was one big ploy after all.

"Please?" he asks again, his voice softer. "I'll be good. I promise."

You let out a sigh of your own. Yours is of a different kind of exasperation than Fiyero's. After all, how could you ever say no to that face?

"Alright," you agree, "A date, as long as you pass everything."

He beams brightly, your answer pleasing him more than he's letting on. "Yes, great! Thank you. You won't regret it."

You smile in return and decide not to tell him you would still want to go out with him regardless. Perhaps actually having to work for something might do the prince some good.

He's still grinning as he picks up the linguification paper and dutifully resumes reading it. It's a stark difference from his earlier befuddlement, and you're not sure if he's only pretending to understand or if your agreement to his terms was really the push he needed.

Either way, it meant you could go back to your staring. And with nothing left to do but wait, that's precisely what you do.

➸

[keigohawks]

➤𝐒𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐅𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 || Fiyero ||

A/n: Of course I'm writing something for this nan.

The first snow of the season blanketed the forests of Oz, muffling the world in soft white. You wrapped yourself tightly in a woolen cloak, your breath clouding the air as you made your way through the trees. A smile on your lips as you took in your surrounding of the snow covered trees.

You had ventured out to gather herbs for Nessarose, but the biting chill was slowing your pace but despite how cold you were you couldn't help but smile as you tilted your head back to catch snowflakes on your lashes. There was always something magical about winter, the stillness, the glow of snow in the sunlight, the way the world felt like it was holding its breath.

“Y/n!”

The familiar voice called out from behind you, you had turned to see Fiyero striding through the snow, his teal scarf trailing in the wind, his usually messy hair dusted with flakes but still he looked every bit the charming prince, his grin wide and infectious.

“Fiyero? What are you doing out here?” You asked, brushing a strand of your hair from your face.

“I could ask you the same thing,” he replied, stopping a few steps away. “Though I’m guessing you have a good reason. Herbs? Helping someone? Being your usual selfless self?”

You laughed softly, a grin forming at your lips. “Guilty. But what about you? Shouldn’t you be somewhere warmer?” You teased him as you stepped close.

He shrugged, shoving his hands into his coat pockets. “I saw you leaving and thought you might need some company. Snowy forests aren’t exactly friendly to wanderers.”

Your heart couldn't help but flutter at his words, though you tried to hide it. “Well, I can’t say no to company.”

The two of you walked side by side, your boots crunching in the snow with each step. The soft chirping of the birds echoing throughout the forest.

“Do you ever take a moment to just stop?” Fiyero asked after a while, his voice quieter. A frown was on his lips, brow furrowed in confusion.

Pausing, you tilted your head at him. “What do you mean?”

“You’re always doing things for others,” he said, gesturing vaguely. “Helping, healing, fixing. Do you ever just let yourself enjoy the moment? Do you ever just let yourself just breathe?"

You hesitated for a moment, glancing at the snowy trees around them. “I enjoy helping people. It’s who I am.” You shrugged the smiled.

“I know,” he said, stopping in his tracks as he stood beside you. You turned to face him, your breath catching at the intensity in his gaze. “But you deserve moments for yourself too."

A gentle silence fell between them, the only sound the faint rustle of the wind through the branches. Fiyero reached out, brushing a snowflake from your cheek his fingers lingered for just a moment, sending a warmth through you that chased away the winter chill.

“Let’s make this a moment for you,” he said, stepping back with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Do you trust me?”

You raised an eyebrow. “That depends. What are you planning?” Still missing his touch but you quickly chased that feeling away.

Without answering, Fiyero crouched and scooped up a handful of snow, quickly shaping it into a ball. Before you could react, he tossed it gently at you, hitting your shoulder.

Your mouth fell open in mock outrage. “Oh, you’re asking for it now!”

You bent down and grabbed your own handful of snow, launching it at him. He dodged, laughing, and soon the quiet forest was filled with the playful shouts of you both as you chased each other, snowballs flying.

After a while, both of you collapsed into the snow, breathless and grinning. You laid on your back, staring up at the pale winter sky. Fiyero propped himself up on one elbow, watching you.

“You’re beautiful, you know that?” he said softly, his voice uncharacteristically serious.

Your cheeks warm, though you weren't sure if it was from the cold or his words. You then turned your head to meet his gaze.

“Fiyero"

“I mean it,” he said, reaching out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. His hand lingered, his touch warm despite the chill. “You’re always thinking about everyone else but yourself, you’re incredible.You make everything brighter. Even winter.”

For once, you were at a loss for words. Instead of speaking, you reached up and placed your hand over his, your fingers curling against his palm.

The moment stretched between them, the world around them fading into the background. Snowflakes continued to fall, but neither of you seemed to noticed.

“Thank you,” you finally whispered.

“For what?”

“For being here. For seeing me.”

Fiyero smiled, his thumb brushing gently against your cheek. “Always.”

As the snow fell softly around them, you and Fiyero stayed like that, wrapped in a moment that was entirely your own a moment of warmth, light.

[keigohawks]

unadulterated loathing (pt 2)

pt 1

pairing: fiyero tigelaar x fem reader

summary: you are forced to partner with fiyero on a history project. things don't go as you imagine.

a/n: sprinkling anthony bridgerton references in this because wreck my plans that's my man!! anyways this is actually going to be 3 parts because i have zero self control and ended up writing 15k words in total and im trying to see whether i like posting parts or doing one whole one shot more so there's going to be a third part. but for once in my writer life i have the whole thing written so it will be out in a couple days! have no idea how this fic became this long out of nowhere but i hope you all enjoy lol. stressed reader x calm bf will always be famous on this blog

wc: 4.9k

warning(s): almost cheating? fiyero is still w/ galinda for most of this so the line is very blurred but they dont cross it lmao. the slightest bit of angst but basically all fluff

“Isn’t this nice?” Fiyero spread his arms out as you took a seat in the grass. Idly, you wondered about getting grass stains out before he started talking again. “Fresh air, actual sunlight, and things to look at other than words on a page.”

“I do go outside,” you said wryly. “You act like I’m some hermit.”

He shrugged. “I only ever see you in class or at the library.”

“I’m just there most of the time,” you said with a slight laugh. “I’m not this smart by slacking off.”

Fiyero said your name with surprise. “Was that a joke?”

You laughed again. “Hardly.”

“I think it was,” he nodded. “You really are learning how to have fun.”

“I know how to have fun!” you exclaimed. “We just have different ideas of fun!”

“And what is your idea of fun?” Fiyero asked pointedly. “Studying? Attending class? Going through the intricacies of various languages?”

“That last one is very fun,” you defended. 

“How did you decide on linguistics anyways?” he asked. “You’re incredibly passionate about something I didn’t even know was a major here.”

“It’s not, technically.” You shrugged. “I’m a history major. I just convinced Doctor Dillamond to let me be his teacher’s assistant so I could include more linguistics lessons in the syllabus.”

“How do you do it?” he asked. “Oz— why do you do it? You’re stressed all the time. Surely taking one less class or not being a TA wouldn’t kill you. All of this seems like it is.” 

“I’m not like you, Fiyero,” you said. “I can’t get kicked out of a hundred schools and still be fine. I’ve got one chance, and if I squander it, then I’ve also squandered my dream. And that’s unacceptable to me.”

“There’s always second chances,” he said. “And third ones, too. Sometimes even fourth.” 

“Maybe for a prince,” you laughed. “But not for somebody like me.” 

“And just who are you?” Fiyero asked as he sat down next to you. “I know you’re Gillikinese and I know you’re probably going to succeed in whatever you attempt. But I still feel like I don’t know anything about who you are without the school uniform.” 

“Why does that matter?” you asked defensively. “We’re project partners, not friends.” 

“Because I’d very much like us to be friends,” he answered simply. 

That might have been the most shocking thing he’d said all day. Fiyero Tigelaar, Winkie prince and self-declared slacker and desired paramour of nearly every Shiz student, said he wanted to be your friend. 

Again, that warmth bloomed inside you. You tried to ignore it—tried to fully banish it. 

“Don’t do this,” you said, looking away from him. 

“Do what?”

“Act like you like me,” you said, stronger this time. “You— you do it with everyone, and that’s fine, but don’t do it with me.” 

“I’m not following,” Fiyero said. 

You glared at him. “I know you aren’t this daft.”

“Apologies,” he said. “I’m just trying to figure out how you figured I don’t genuinely like you.”

You blinked. “Because you’re you. You flirt with everybody so you can dance through life.”

“Of course,” Fiyero agreed. “It just so happens that I genuinely like you in addition.”

Your eyes narrowed. “Why?”

His laugh was nothing but shocked. “Are you asking me why I like you?”

“Well,” you glanced away with a huff, “when you put it like that it sounds ridiculous.” 

“I’ll bite anyways,” Fiyero said. “I like you because you know what you want. You never really stop talking about it, honestly.”

“Are you trying to compliment me?”

“You’re intelligent and driven and you don’t shy away from anything you want,” he continued. “And you thoroughly vex me in near every encounter we have, most joyously.”

“…So you like me because I’m stubborn and confusing,” you said. 

Fiyero sighed. “You‘ve got some serious self esteem issues.”

“I do not!” you exclaimed.

“You’ve tied your worth to your academic achievement,” he said. “You can’t see all the good you’ve already done, how smart you truly are, because you only stress about the next thing you need to do. You’d rather lose your mind over what’s to come than realize all you’ve got in the moment.”

Your mouth opened and closed for a good five seconds, like a fish out of water, before it snapped shut. 

“I thought you were supposed to be brainless,” you settled on. 

“I am,” Fiyero agreed with a chuckle. “But I also know people better than most, and our study sessions have given me ample time to study you.”

Great Oz, why was your face so hot? You felt like you were burning up from the inside out. Fiyero Tigelaar was killing you, and slowly at that. 

“Why are you studying me?” you asked pointedly. 

“Because you’re interesting,” he said. “And very beautiful.”

“Well, I’m— I’m glad we’ve finally reached a truce.” You tried to sound as casual as possible—you couldn’t let Fiyero know the full effect he was beginning to have on you. You didn’t think he would ever shut up about that, and Galinda certainly wouldn’t either. You didn’t want to make an enemy of her. “It’ll make this project much easier.”

“Yes,” Fiyero mused. “I believe it will.”

Amusement, and maybe something warmer, danced in his irises. A very small part of you wanted to let yourself fall, freely and uncaring, just as every other student did. 

You had to lock that part of you away, never to be seen again. You didn’t like Fiyero. He was still a nuisance in every single sense of the word. 

You swallowed, trying to cure your cottonmouth. Thankfully, he didn’t seem to notice. 

You needed to finish this essay immediately. 

-

You sighed when you heard a knock on your door. Coralie, for how smart she was, had a habit of forgetting her room key—so much so that you’d stopped bothering to lock the door on the days she went to class before you. 

“It’s unlocked, Cora!” you called out. You didn’t want to get up from your desk, not when you were in the middle of writing. You were worried that you would lose the thread of inspiration you’d finally caught the moment you got out of your chair. 

“You shouldn’t leave your door unlocked,” a familiar voice said. “All sorts of miscreants could get in.” 

Your hand slipped in your shock, but you couldn’t even be annoyed about smearing the fresh ink on the page or getting it on your shirt cuffs because you had more important things to worry about. Namely, your surprise visitor. 

“Fiyero?” 

“Present,” he affirmed as he leaned against your doorframe. “You’ve got a nice place here.”

“Thank you,” you said. “What are you doing here?” 

“Much less pink than Galinda’s,” he continued. “I think it’s the only color she owns, honestly. A bit absurd but—” 

“What are you doing here?” you repeated. 

“I should be asking you that question,” Fiyero said, eyes narrowing in on you. “I went to the library and you weren’t there.” 

You cleared your throat. “I was giving you the day off.” 

He frowned and stood up from the doorframe. “Who said I wanted the day off?” 

“You,” you said. “When you didn’t show up to Doctor Dillamond’s class today.” 

Fiyero brushed his hand through the air. “That’s different.” 

You looked at him expectantly. “So you skipped the class this project is for, but you don’t want to skip the actual project.” 

“That sounds about right, yes.” 

“You don’t even do anything whenever we’re together,” you said. “You just stare at me and complain about doing work and ask me about my life and take an hour to write one page of notes.” 

“That also sounds about right,” Fiyero said. “I enjoy your presence. Do you not enjoy mine?” 

If only he knew the way he’d been making you feel for the past week. He could never know that he appeared in your dream last night. 

“...Your presence is fine,” you said. “I just figured I would give you the day off, seeing as we only have one week left until it’s due.” 

“How much have you written already without me?” he asked. 

“Five pages, but that—” 

“You’ve nearly done half of the project without me?” Fiyero interrupted. 

“...Yes?” Why did you actually feel bad about this? 

Fiyero got closer so he could look over your shoulder at your work, and you found yourself holding your breath at his proximity. 

“Do you think you’re doing me a favor?” 

“Clearly,” you said. “The sooner it’s done, the sooner it’s over, and the sooner you don’t have to deal with me anymore.” You shrugged. “You said you wanted to ride my coattails anyways, so I figured I would make it easier for you.” 

“Just a few days ago you were chastising me for not doing my part,” Fiyero said. “Now you’re not even letting me try?” 

“I—” the words stuck in your throat, and again you felt your face heat. 

I don’t want to have to think about any of this more than I have to because I’m worried what I’ll realize. 

I don’t want to give you any more chances to take me off course because I know I’ll say yes. 

I don’t want to be around you longer than I have to because I think I’m starting to like you. 

“Yes?” 

“I am doing you a favor,” you finally decided. “You don’t have to worry about it. Go ride that horse of yours, or bother other students, or spend time with Galinda. You’ve earned it.” 

“Hardly,” Fiyero said. “I’m doing my part, whether you like it or not. We’ll meet at the library tomorrow morning before class like we’ve been doing.” 

“I have class at 8 in the morning tomorrow.” 

“...Then we’ll do it after class,” he reneged. “I do need my beauty sleep.” 

That got a smile out of you, which spurned one from Fiyero in turn. “I think that is one of the only genuine smiles you’ve given me since we started working together.” 

“I smile plenty,” you insisted. 

“At your books,” Fiyero said. “Not at me.” 

“That’s because my books are oh-so-beautiful,” you said. “And they don’t even need beauty sleep.”

He placed his hand on his heart. “You wound me.” 

Your smile grew and you set your pen down. “The library after class?” 

Fiyero nodded and tapped on your desk as he stood up. “Library after class.” 

He was about to go to the door when Coralie poked her head in. “Why is the door— oh! Fiyero!” She straightened up, plastering on a pretty smile as she stepped inside. “What brings you to our corner of Shiz?” 

“Doctor Dillamond’s midterm,” he said. “Your roommate here is trying to save all of the fun for herself.” 

“That sounds like her,” Cora nodded sagely. “You’re very good to try and keep her from that fate.”

Fiyero pressed his hand to his chest. “I consider it my duty. But I apologize for the intrusion—I’ll leave the two of you be.”

“Oh, stay as long as you want,” she spoke up. “I’m sure your partner wouldn’t mind.”

“He’s got things to do,” you interceded. “You’ve got things to do, Fiyero.”

He smiled knowingly. “I certainly do. You lovely ladies have a fine rest of your day.” He looked at you and said your name. “Don’t forget tomorrow.”

“How could I?” you said weakly. 

Fiyero chuckled and bowed his head in lieu of more parting words. The second he left, Cora turned to you with wide eyes. 

“Don’t,” you warned. 

“He came here to talk to you!” she exclaimed. “He found out your room number because he wanted to talk to you!” 

“Be quiet!” you exclaimed. “The door is still open—he can probably hear your screeching!”

Coralie shut the door and squealed. “He likes you!”

“We are project partners,” you enunciated. “Nothing more.” 

“Oh, I’m sure that’s what you think,” she said. “Just like I’m sure that he wants to be more.” 

“You’re acting like he isn’t with Galinda,” you said. “She controls this whole school—do you remember what happened to Elphaba when she didn’t like her?” 

Cora shrugged. “Sure. But I’ve been hearing there’s trouble in paradise.” 

That got you paying attention. “What?” 

“I knew it!” Coralie exclaimed—nearly yelled, honestly. “I knew you liked him!” 

“Be quiet!” you whisper-yelled. “Oz, what is wrong with you?” 

“I knew you liked him!” she repeated. “And he likes you— oh, it is too perfect!” 

“He does not like me,” you insisted, “and you are crazy.” 

“You didn’t say that you didn’t like him,” Coralie sung, and you screwed your eyes shut. 

“Fine!” you finally said. “Fine— I like him. Will you stop now?”

“Of course not,” she said, and you sighed. “How bad do you have it?”

“I don’t have it bad,” you scoffed. “I just— I enjoy spending time with him. And I think he’s kind of cute.” 

“Oh, you are full on head over heels,” she mused. “You just don’t know it. It’s okay.” 

You groaned as you buried your head in your hands. “I hate you.” 

She laughed. “And you like Fiyero.” 

“Shut up.” Your words were muffled, but you meant them all the same. 

You were comically doomed. 

-

The next day went… shockingly smooth. 

Fiyero was in the library when he said he’d be—he was even there before you, much to your surprise and he still had the notebook and pen you’d given him, much to his surprise. He made sure to bring an extra canteen of water for you, because he noticed you never had any with you. You were probably concerningly dehydrated. 

He tried to be a more attentive student to you than he’d ever been at any of his classes—not that that was difficult. You explained your outline and all the work you’d already done, what he could do on the last five pages and how to make his writing voice match yours to make a consistent paper. 

He wrote notes both on what you knew about Ilara Mayfair (a ridiculous amount, in his opinion) and anything else you thought he needed to know (also a ridiculous amount).

He was impressed most of all, though. No wonder you’d isolated yourself from near the entire student body and stressed over every letter in every sentence in every assignment. You were incredibly intelligent, but you were also able to explain everything in a way that even he understood. Fiyero had never really cared about… well, anything relating to school before he ended up partners with you. 

But now, Fiyero found himself surprisingly entranced by it all. He’d always liked your voice, and he had a permanent smile on his lips watching you talk so easily about your passions. It put a spark in your eye and a brightness about you that was usually bogged down by everything else that you stressed about. 

You were beautiful, especially when you were happy. And Fiyero had discovered over the past week that you were happiest when you got to talk about what you cared about to an interested audience. He only regretted acting like he wasn’t interested for so long. 

Finally, when Fiyero called a break on account of his hands aching (he’d never written this much in his life, and it still was only half of what you did basically every day), and you were eating an apple (that he also brought, because you really didn’t take care of yourself when you were doing work, which was always), he smiled at you. 

“You know, we really do make a good team,” Fiyero said. 

You swallowed the bite of apple you had in your mouth and cocked your head as you looked at him. “You think?” 

“I know,” he nodded. “You’ve done the impossible, darling. You’ve actually made me care about school.” 

“Well, I think you’ve done the impossible too.” You lifted the apple up. “You made me care about my health during midterms season.” 

“It certainly wasn’t easy,” he said wryly. “You kind of took it all kicking and screaming.”

You shrugged. “I’m not top of our class for nothing.” 

“Do you have to stress yourself into misery to be top of the class?” he asked. 

“I’m not miserable,” you retorted. 

It was when you said things like that that Fiyero really began to worry about you. It was part of the reason he was so intent on staying by your side through this whole project—no matter how dull he found the material—after the first session. He sometimes saw you around campus, usually carrying a stack of books or talking with your roommate.

After Fiyero was paired with you, he wondered why he didn’t see you more before it all, considering how active you were with literally everything school-wise. Then he realized you were likely always in the library, and the only time he’d visited the library was on Galinda’s tour. You were there, well enough, but you took your leave as soon as things started getting rowdy. 

A shame, he realized. He wondered what your relationship could have been had Galinda not staked her claim on him so soon. 

You weren’t going to take care of yourself, clearly enough, so Fiyero decided—at least for the duration of this project—that he would. It didn’t really matter if you were top of the class if you passed out from stress, exhaustion, annoyance, or a mix of all three. Likely a mix of all three. 

He didn’t really anticipate those feelings morphing into genuine affection. 

“I seem to recall you saying you dream of your future assignments,” Fiyero said, coming out of his thoughts. “That doesn’t sound like the habit of a happy person.”

“Oh, please,” you scoffed. “Everybody has stress dreams.” 

“You know, I really don’t think they do,” Fiyero said. 

You rolled your eyes as you picked your pen up with your free hand and jotted down a few more sentences. “Sure.”

“On that note,” he said, “why don’t we call it a day?”

“We can’t call it a day,” you said. You took another bite from your apple and swallowed, continuing to write all the while without looking at him. “We’re not finished yet.”

“That is the most casually you’ve said that so far,” Fiyero mused. “I really am making progress.”

You laughed, finally paying him mind. “Progress with what?”

“I’ve been tracking your smiles and laughs this whole time,” he said. “See, this essay was your project, but that was mine—trying to make you enjoy your life.”

“This essay is both of our projects, Fiyero,” you said. “Besides, I don’t think Doctor Dillamond will accept your bar graph of all the times I laughed at you making a fool of yourself.” You frowned. “Or would it be a line graph because it’s over time? Or maybe it could be—”

“Alright,” he interrupted. “You’re going into hypotheticals on my joke. That’s clearly the sign that we need to call it a day.”

“…Fine,” you reneged. “But it’s just a break, not calling it a day. And I get to finish proofreading the rest of the essay when we get back.”

“A compromise,” Fiyero said. “Love it.”

You rolled your eyes as you started gathering your things. “You love everything.” 

“Eh,” he tilted his head, and you felt his eyes on you. “Most things.” 

You couldn’t help your smile, much as you tried to bite it back. “Whatever.” 

Soon enough, you and Fiyero were sitting together by the dock. You let your legs dangle over as you watched the scenery around campus—the ripple of the water, the gentle brush of the wind, the chirping birds that flew around without a care.

“Isn’t this nice?” Fiyero asked. He also had his legs over the edge, but he’d laid down against the stone. 

“You don’t have to push your relaxation propaganda so hard anymore,” you said wryly. “I’m here, aren’t I?” 

“And I’m grateful for it,” he said. “Someone that works as hard as you do deserves to relax the same amount.” 

“We’ve gone over this a thousand times—”

“I know,” he interrupted. He turned his head to smile at you. “I just have to hope that some of it sticks.” 

You rolled your eyes, once again unable to hide your smile. “And I have to hope for the same with this paper. Do you think you’ll remember any of this once we turn it in?”

“Oh, but of course. You were the one to teach it to me, after all. I could hardly forget it all.” 

“Good,” you said. “Everyone should know about Ilara Mayfair.” 

Fiyero chuckled, and you once again fell into comfortable silence. 

That was the thing that shocked you the most, you think. Not that you were beginning to like Fiyero, or that you actually liked Fiyero, or that you actually looked forward to spending time with him. It was that you were so comfortable just sitting with him in silence. 

It was very difficult to get to the silence, though. Fiyero couldn’t really stay quiet, and you didn’t know if he liked talking or the sound of his own voice. But you found it didn’t really annoy you like it used to. 

Great Oz. You really were into him. How embarrassing. 

Eventually, when the strain in your wrists and fingers from writing had finally faded, you turned your head to look at Fiyero. “I think it’s time we go back.”

He sighed. “Already?” 

“It’s been fifteen minutes,” you said. “Far longer than the breaks I usually take.” 

He opened his mouth, likely to say something of the same ‘you need to relax’ ilk, but you held up your hand. “Don’t. Just be thankful you got me away for this long.” 

Fiyero smiled, and he pulled himself up off the ground. “I always am.” 

He held his hand out, and you stared at him for a moment. “Why do you always do that?” 

“Help you up?” 

You nodded. “I can do it myself.” 

He shrugged. “I told you it was my project to make your life easier.” 

“You said it was your project to track my happiness,” you said. 

“And they go hand in hand,” he said. “I’m surprised you remember.” 

“It happened thirty minutes ago, Fiyero,” you said wryly. “Besides, I remember everything. It’s a gift.” 

Fiyero laughed, and you finally took his hand. He pulled you up and once again, you tumbled a bit too close—and again, his hand fell to your waist. He had to be doing this on purpose by now. 

“We keep finding ourselves in this position,” Fiyero mused. 

Heat flooded your cheeks like usual. “And whose fault is that?” 

“Well,” he said, tilting his head, “you’re not exactly pulling away.” 

Your mouth opened, trying to think of what words to say when your head was reeling from his mere presence. But then you saw a flash of pink in the background, and your eyes darted away from Fiyero. 

Galinda. She was distracted, talking with Pfannee and Shenshen as she went down the stairs. Oz, how did she slip your mind so easily whenever Fiyero was in your proximity? Why did you let him get this close when he was spoken for? 

You panicked—nothing less. You tore out of Fiyero’s grasp with a bit too much gumption, and then you stumbled, then you slipped, and then you fell. Fiyero called your name in shock, reaching his hand out, but it was too late. You’d plunged into the water before you could save yourself. 

The cold water instantly shocked all your senses, your eyes widening as you gasped out on instinct. Your mouth filled with water and your muscles seized up from the change in temperature—it was so much deeper than you’d imagined, and all your layers of clothing weighing you down were of no use. 

You tried your damnedest to ignore the alarm bells going off in your head as you fought against yourself, finally gathering the sense to swim. You kicked your way up to the top, gasping for air once when you breached the surface. 

You heard Fiyero yell your name again and you blinked rapidly, trying to clear the water from your eyes. When everything finally came into focus, you saw him on his knees, his coat shed and his sleeves rolled up. 

His eyes were wide as he reached his hand out, once again saying your name—this time with a certain desperation. “Are you alright?”

You tried to respond but all you could do was cough, trying to expel the water from your lungs. You took his hand and he helped pull you up onto the dock, where an exhale shuddered out of you.

“I— I am so sorry,” he stammered. It was the first time you’d ever seen him flustered, and you were too busy hacking up a lung to point it out. “Obviously I didn’t think—”

You held up your hand in lieu of saying something, as you didn’t think you could say something. 

This was so stupid, and it was something that never would have happened before you and Fiyero started working together. Your paper was due in two days, you’d only just finished the draft, you still had so much proofreading and rewriting to do, and instead, you were here on the docks soaked to the bone. 

And you found yourself laughing. 

“Oh, Oz,” Fiyero said. “You’ve lost it.” 

You couldn’t refute it, because you kept laughing. You could feel the eyes of your classmates on you, could hear them whispering to each other—likely making fun of you—and it only made you laugh harder. 

“Are—” Fiyero chuckled nervously as he said your name, “are you okay?” 

“I’m soaked,” you got out through your laughs. “And everyone saw me fall into the water. I’m a fool, Fiyero!” 

He was still staring at you in that careful way, as if you were made of glass. “I can’t tell if you’re mad or not.” 

“Oh, Fiyero.” You wiped the trailing water off of your face and wrapped your arms around him. You felt him freeze beneath you for the slightest moment—it had to have been the last thing he expected you to do. “Thank you.” 

“You’re welcome.” Fiyero returned the hug, his movements still unsure. He didn’t seem to care that you were getting him wet, just about your wellbeing. “What— what for, exactly?” 

For a moment, you couldn’t look away. His blue eyes were meant to enrapture, his soft lips typically an invitation sealed with a smirk. But for once, Fiyero looked genuine—he wasn’t putting on a performance, or trying to seduce anyone who looked at him. He was genuinely sorry, genuinely confused. It only made you laugh again.

“What for, indeed.” A higher voice pierced through the air, and you separated from Fiyero immediately. Galinda, to no surprise, had found her way over to the chaos you’d created, her compatriots flanking her on either side. She smiled at you brightly, but her whole demeanor was like a violin string pulled taut. 

“Galinda,” Fiyero said. “Lovely to see you.” He didn’t seem half as shocked as you at her appearance, but his words fell flat. 

“And you as well, dearest.” Her smile turned sickly sweet as she shifted her attention to Fiyero momentarily, taking the opportunity to lace her fingers with his and pull him into a kiss. He pulled away first, but if it affected Galinda, she didn’t let it show when she looked back at you. She batted her eyelashes as she said your name incorrectly. “What was it you were saying?” 

The sudden combination of cottonmouth and sour guilt creeping up your throat didn’t really help your already flustered state. She knew what she was doing—but you did too, didn’t you? 

She was with Fiyero. You knew that. And though Fiyero danced across the line, you took his hand every time he offered. 

“I—” you cleared your throat, attempting a casual smile of your own. “Just that I know why Doctor Dillamond put us together.”

“Excellent,” Fiyero said. “Off-topic, but excellent— are you sure you didn’t hit your head down there?” 

“Perhaps you should go to the nurse,” Galinda said. “I’m sure Shenshen could—” 

“I’ll be fine,” you interrupted, your smile tightening ever so slightly. You looked at Fiyero. “Meet me at the library tonight, and bring coffee. We’re finishing this project tonight. 

“Of course,” he nodded.  

You nodded as well, and you started to go. Galinda’s gaze was sugary sweet poison, and you couldn’t take the weight of it anymore. 

“Wait,” Fiyero spoke up. 

You stopped against your better judgment, and he let go of Galinda’s hand to take his jacket off. He moved closer to you and wrapped it around you. His touch, light but certain, lingered on your shoulders once he’d finished adjusting it, and his gaze stayed on yours 

“Until you can change,” he said. 

“...Thank you,” you said. 

Galinda cleared her throat extremely loudly, her taut smile back. You remembered yourself and stepped away from Fiyero. 

“I’ll see you tonight,” you said, already starting on your way. You wouldn’t let him stop you again. 

“Tonight,” he agreed, bowing his head in parting. 

You only glanced back once you were by the stairs. When you did, you saw Galinda speaking rapidly to Fiyero—you were too far away to hear anything, but she didn’t look happy. When your gaze drifted to him, you found he was already looking at you. Almost subconsciously, you tugged his jacket tighter around you. When you realized what you were doing, you stopped. You averted your eyes immediately and hurried up the stairs. 

You weren’t out of breath from exertion. 

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Wild googles

Images by kody

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Matching your freak is beautiful and all but what you really need is a boy who's infatuated with your freak. Down bad for your freak. Deeply intrigued by your freak. Eager to see more of your freak. Supportive of your freak. Gets bricked up witnessing your freak, even.

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cant believe i got over 1000 by reposting fiyero tigelaar smut 🫣

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the best kind of trouble

pairing: fiyero tigelaar (wicked, 2024) / f!reader

word count: 1.5k

warnings & info: 18+, straight smut, edging, sub fiyero, praise, handjob, reader described as beautiful, fiyero calls reader a lady, made up professor name lmfao

summary: Fiyero gets himself into an interesting situation.

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Fiyero’s mouth was always getting him into trouble.

Most of the time, it wasn’t a problem- he couldn’t care less about whatever “I’m not mad, just disappointed” lecture he was given or what school he was sent to next. Life would go on, wouldn’t it? Everything would start over and he’d just do it all again. Occasionally, he landed in such hot water, he truly did feel a twinge of regret- even if he put on a brave, thoughtless face about it.

This was a bit of both.

Here he was, lying on your bed, hands all but glued down at his sides. His jacket was lost somewhere on the floor, shirt unbuttoned, pants pushed down just far enough for you to get your hands on him. Fiyero couldn’t for the life of him straighten out his expression- brows drawn, mouth open, panting as if he’d run a mile. He couldn’t decide whether he should thank Oz for the feeling or curse his own big mouth for ending up in this position, so close yet so, so far. He couldn’t think much of anything at the moment.

If you asked him to remember what he’d said to get here, he couldn’t tell you.

That morning, Professor Fenneman had paired the two of you for your midterm- a diorama or presentation or something artsy (Fiyero had forgotten already). You’d seemed less than thrilled to be his partner- and you had told him as much, hugging your books tight to your chest as you led him through the halls. You went on about how you knew this wasn’t ideal for him, either, because you were going to put him to work, but that you would be cordial if he would put in a little effort for once, or something like that.

Fiyero had to admit, he hadn’t completely been listening. Not for lack of interest, but rather because you were so distracting. The sun was tangling itself in your hair, illuminating your skin every time you passed a window- he found himself just looking at you, as he often did when he got bored in class. It wasn’t that you were doing something more entertaining than the lectures- you were studious, you took notes and paid attention and, occasionally, raised your hand- but you were much more interesting nonetheless. Your endearing mannerisms, the way your hair shifted as you moved, your obvious beauty- it was all well worth looking at. He’d tried to flirt with you before, believe him, but you’d kindly made it clear you were entirely uninterested. He was an annoying and persistent person, but even he at least had the decency to stop making his infatuation your problem.

“My roommate is out for a couple days,” you’d been saying, walking up to your dorm door and taking out your key. “We can work on our project here, so I can store it safely.”

He’d continued being annoying, of course, once you had settled onto the floor and he’d made himself at home on the end of your bed.  You were a lot more relaxed out of the classroom, he realized, meeting his constant jabbering with quick wit and humor. It only added to his interest in you- he was truly never going to get over whatever this was, especially after this.

“Hands.”

Fiyero snapped back to the present, realizing he’d lifted his hands from his sides, reaching toward his now neglected dick. He quickly dropped them back, gasping softly.

Your smile was sickeningly sweet, a stark contrast to the way you were torturing him. “Good job,” you cooed, wrapping your hand around him once more and settling into a quick rhythm. “What happened to that big mouth of yours, hm? You’re listening so well for me.”

He couldn’t help the whine that slipped out of him. It might have been embarrassing, but he’d said and done arguably worse in the last hour since you’d put your hands on him. You played with the pace at which you touched him, watching him oscillate between whined yes’ and pleading whimpers.

“You’re going to kill me,” he managed to gasp, watching your smile grow as you swiped your thumb over the tip of his cock. Oz, he was close- 10 more seconds, maybe, if you let him have that long. Fiyero’s head was growing light, his stomach tightening as-

You answered by stopping completely, then resuming, slowing your pace down considerably. You watched his face fall as he groaned in protest. How many more times were you going to do this to him? “Come on, now,” you murmured, your free hand resting on his leg and tracing circles into his thigh. The sweet touch made all this worse, somehow. “You’ve done so well, Fiyero.” The way you murmured his name went straight to his groin, making him whine again, furrowing his brow. “Just a little longer, yeah?”

Before you’d even finished your sentence, Fiyero was voicing his dissent, gripping the sheets like they were all that was grounding him. “I can’t bear it,” he said simply, watching you through a haze.

You tsked at him, your own eyes cloudy as you pressed a kiss to his stomach. “I don’t believe that,” you murmured, the sensation of your breath fanning against his skin making his eyes flutter closed. “But I’m feeling rather nice today. So, maybe if you ask nicely…”

Fiyero groaned, eyes screwed shut. “P-please.”

Another condescending noise, mimicking the cadence of his plea. “Please what, darling? I can’t read minds, now, can I?”

You slowed your pace impossibly further, an excruciating drag up and down his cock, drawing a rather undignified sound from him. “Please, let me cum.”

“And why should I do that?”

“Wh-” Fiyero’s eyes shot open, brows furrowed in alarm. “I’ve been good! You said so yourself- I’ll- I’ll stop being such a nuisance, I swear it. Please, please-”

He cut himself off with a moan as you picked up the pace for the last time. “Begging is generally not befitting behavior for a prince, but I must say… it looks very pretty on you,” you teased, watching as he got closer and closer to falling apart. A kiss to his chest, a few to his neck, a nip at his ear. He felt like he was going to burst at the seams. “Go on then, Fiyero. You’ve earned it.”

His pleas grew louder, all his effort going to keeping his hands to his sides- he couldn’t ruin this when he was so close. Finally, the tension in his stomach snapped, and Fiyero bucked into your hand, letting out a long, drawn out cry as he came.

Swears spilled from his lips, stars dancing behind his eyelids as you murmured your approval- a soothing stream of “that’s it” and “so good for me”. Fiyero blindly reached out and pulled you down by the back of your neck, panting and whining into your mouth as you continued stroking him until he’d come down from the high.

He was utterly wrecked, lying there on your bed as you let him go and grabbed a tissue. You cleaned off your hand, then, almost painfully gently, wiped him clean as well, tucking him back into his pants. His stomach was still settling, chest heaving as he watched you move.

“Need a minute?” You asked, your tone the same light, teasing thing that had been tormenting him this whole time.

Fiyero shook his head. “Many minutes. Hours.”

You raised one eyebrow. “Hours? I guess I’ll push our studying to tomorrow, hm?” You sat on the edge of the bed, stretching your arms over your head before starting to stand.

Fiyero pushed himself up to sit, reaching out to take your hand. “Wait,” he started, watching you turn to look at him in surprise. “If we have until tomorrow to study, then… surely we should take advantage of the rest of the day, yes?” An easy smile slid onto his face- the charming smooth talker was back. “We wouldn’t want to waste our time, would we?”

You couldn’t help the chuckle you let out, or the flustered expression on your face- it was almost silly, he thought, how easily you two switched places. Wasn’t he the one laying vulnerable on your bed just a moment before, begging you to show a little mercy? The contrast sent electricity down his spine.

“Really, Fiyero,” you were saying, “it’s okay. I wouldn’t want to tire you.”

He was shaking his head before you’d stopped talking. “Tired? You underestimate me, love- I don’t think I could ever be tired of this.” He let his eyes trail over you before meeting your gaze again. “Of you.” Fiyero rose to his knees, shirt still hanging open as he pulled you along so that you lay where he’d been on the bed. You followed his guidance, biting your lip as he hovered over you, one of his hands supporting him by your head, the other playing with the buttons of your blouse. “What gentleman doesn’t ensure he’s taken care of a lady?”

He waited, toying with your blouse, eyes trained on yours. He could see the gears turning in that magnificent brain of yours before you grinned up at him. “Well, then,” you whispered coyly. “Show me what a gentleman does, Fiyero.”

Fiyero didn’t need to be told twice.

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can you make a fiyero fic where we tries to distract the reader while they study 🙏🏾

Pairing: Fiyero Tigelaar x Reader Word Count: 1.2k A/N: Thank you to everyone that's read my first Fiyero fic and to everyone who's sent in requests as well! It means the world to me. I've been itching to write more for him for days but have had a crazy busy week and finally had time to sit down and write this request this afternoon – this idea is so cute and so Fiyero, so here it is! I really hope you enjoy and I will 100% be writing more for Fiyero!

The library at Shiz University is not known for being especially quiet. Especially when Fiyero Tigelaar is inside of it. The man is never in there to study – of course not –  but where you go, Fiyero goes, and you happen to spend a fair amount of time in the library, meaning Fiyero has no choice but to spend time there too. 

You’ve lost count of the amount of times you’ve told Fiyero that he doesn’t have to sit with you while you study. You’d take no offence to him going off to do something he’d enjoy rather than sit beside you, bored out of his mind, but Fiyero insists on staying every time.

It’s just ticked past 6pm when you feel a finger poke into your arm. You blink, looking away from the book you’d been studiously reading, and up into the bright blue of Fiyero’s eyes. “Can I help you?” You ask, slightly amused by the look on his face. 

“Darling, we’re going to miss dinner if we stay here any longer,” he says simply.

You laugh breathily and shake your head. “There’s nothing stopping you from going and getting something yourself. I still have a hundred pages of this book to get through before the exam so I’ll be a while longer.”

Fiyero lets out a long sigh and slumps down onto the desk. You smile to yourself as you go back to reading, jotting down notes every now and then when something sounds important. Unsurprisingly, Fiyero stays beside you, unmoving. 

You’re not sure how much time has passed when you feel an arm snake around your waist, followed by the warmth of Fiyero’s body leaning into your side as he tugs you a little closer to him. You look up, moving your book closer to you so you can still read it. 

“Fiyero,” you sigh, meeting his eyes again.

“What?” He asks, expression innocent. “Is it a crime to want you as close to me as possible? Surely, after all these hours in the library, I can at least have that.”

Once again, you laugh to yourself and go back to your reading. “If you insist, my love.”

It’s a little while later, when you’re in the last thirty or so pages of your book when, out of the corner of your eye, you notice Fiyero’s face moving closer to yours. He surprises you when he nuzzles his face against your neck, before pressing a soft kiss to the skin there.

“Fiyero!” You almost shriek, before remembering you’re in a libraryand need to keep your voice down. “What if someone sees? We’re in the library, you know!?”

He moves away from you so you can see his face and the cheeky grin on it. “Darling, the library is empty. You are the only person left studying in here, so there’s no one here to see,” he explains. “And even if there were people here, everyone at Shiz already knows we’re together. I don’t think it’d be particularly shocking to anyone.”

His arm is still around your waist from when he’d moved you closer to him earlier, and he gently gives your side a squeeze before leaning in and pressing a kiss to your cheek. He enjoys making you flustered… and if it distracts you from studying, then that’s even better. 

Much to his disappointment, though, you simply shake your head and divert your eyes back down to the book in front of you, choosing to ignore him all together and not even bother to grace him with a reply. If Fiyero wasn’t so head over heels in love, he’d be annoyed.

He leans down and rests his head on your shoulder, smiling a little as he feels you startle at the movement. “I’ll just stay here till you’re done then, darling. Since I am being deprived of a sleep in a comfortable bed, I suppose this will have to be the next best option,” he sighs.

Fiyero can almost sense the smile forming on your face as you shove your shoulder upwards, knocking him off of you. He looks at you with mock shock on his face. You reach up and take his face in your hands, palms cupping his cheeks. 

“Can you last another twenty minutes for me to finish this book or will you positively combust if you have to stay another second in this library with me?” You ask, trying your best to keep your laughter at bay.

“Oh, I’m already well on my way to combustion, darling,” Fiyero nods, though really he’s just enjoying the fact that this is the first time in hours you’ve paid full attention to him and the added bonus of the feeling of your hands on his skin. 

He can’t help himself from leaning in and pecking your lips when you start to smile at his words. You are just simply too irresistible, and while he loves how much you care about school and studying… he has also had enough of the library for one day (or four) and wants nothing more than to whisk you back to his dorm and spend the evening doing anything other than studying with you. 

Fiyero especially enjoys the surprised look on your face when he pulls away from the kiss. You drop your hands from his face, letting them rest in your lap, and clear your throat. 

“Let’s get you to bed, then,” you say, marking your spot in the book and closing it, beginning to pack up your things for the night. You can just come back and finish the rest tomorrow, you suppose. It is getting rather late.

“Who said anything about bed?” Fiyero smirks. 

He stands, then, happily stretching his arms above his head and letting out a fake yawn. You smile to yourself as you stand, picking up your now full book bag from the table. Before you can throw it over your shoulder, though, Fiyero grabs it from your hands and puts it over his own shoulder. You know better than to argue.

“Okay,” you extend a hand for him to take, knowing how much he likes to hold your hand whenever you’re walking somewhere together. “You lead the way.”

Fiyero takes your hand in his, holding it tight. “Just one quick thing before we go,” he says, and then he takes you by surprise for probably the seventh time in a matter of hours by, stepping in front of you, cradling the back of your head in his free hand, tilting your head up a little and pressing his lips to yours. 

It’s a much longer kiss than the peck that he’d given you before, and it’s definitely not entirely library friendly. It’s the kind of kiss that would likely get you kicked out of the library were you to do it in broad daylight. But Fiyero has clearly decided to take advantage of the empty library while he has it. His lips move against yours, tongue prodding against your bottom lip, his hand still holding yours tightly. 

When he pulls away, both of you are a little out of breath. Your free hand is knotted in the back of his shirt and you awkwardly clear your throat as you let go and try to smooth down the fabric, failing miserably. 

“Now we can go,” Fiyero flashes you one of his signature smiles and starts to move, tugging you along behind him, finally out of the library. If there’s one thing Fiyero is sure about, it’s that he will always get his way – even if it involves several hours of boredom beside you in the library. He’s certain that it’s worth it. 

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In your arms.

Pairing: Fiyero Tiggular x f!reader.

Trigger warnings: anxiety, overwhelming emotions, and the process of seeking comfort and support during an episode.

Request.

It was a quiet evening in the Emerald City, the kind where the glow from the streets softly filtered in through the windows, casting gentle shadows across the room. You and Fiyero had just finished dinner, the air light with conversation and laughter. Yet, something was off. The buzz of the day, the weight of the world—everything felt a little too heavy, a little too overwhelming.

Your breath hitched, a strange tightness squeezing your chest, like something invisible had wrapped around you, constricting your lungs. You tried to push the feeling down, but it only made it worse. Your hands began to tremble, your heartbeat quickening.

Fiyero, sitting across from you, immediately noticed. His brow furrowed, his warm gaze locking onto yours.

“Hey, hey—what’s wrong?” His voice was low, concerned.

You opened your mouth to say something, but the words caught in your throat, as if the air had been knocked out of you. The room seemed to spin, the walls closing in, and you felt yourself shrinking, small and helpless. Panic began to take root, a storm in your chest that you couldn’t control.

“Y/N,” Fiyero said urgently, standing from the table and moving toward you. His hand reached out, gentle but firm, resting on your shoulder. “Look at me. Focus on me.”

But you couldn’t. Your vision blurred, your hands shaking uncontrollably now as the wave of panic threatened to drown you.

Fiyero was by your side in an instant. He knelt in front of you, his hand gently cupping your face. His touch was grounding, a tether pulling you back from the edge. “Hey, breathe with me. In… and out. Slowly.”

You gasped for air, but it wasn’t enough. The panic had taken over, and no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t calm your racing mind.

“Y/N,” he murmured softly, his voice steady and soothing, “you’re okay. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”

His words, though simple, wrapped around you like a comforting embrace. He didn’t pull away, didn’t try to fix you immediately—he just stayed. His presence was solid and reassuring, like a rock against the crashing waves.

“Breathe with me,” he repeated. “In… and out. Just like that.”

Fiyero took a deep breath himself, his chest expanding slowly and deliberately. You tried to match the rhythm, your shaky breath hitching again as you focused on him, the sound of his calm exhalations guiding yours. The moment stretched between you, the tension starting to loosen as his warmth and strength slowly anchored you.

“It’s okay. You’re safe,” he continued, his voice like a soft lullaby. “I’ve got you. Just breathe with me.”

Minutes passed, though it felt like hours. Slowly, but surely, the storm inside you began to subside. Your hands stopped trembling, your chest loosening, your breath coming easier. It wasn’t over, but you weren’t alone anymore. And that made all the difference.

Fiyero didn’t move until he was sure you were steady again. When he finally did, he gently helped you sit up straighter, his hand resting on your back.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, the words heavy with embarrassment, but he shook his head immediately.

“No,” he said firmly. “Don’t apologize. There’s nothing to apologize for.”

He reached for your hands, holding them gently. “I’m just glad you’re okay. That’s all that matters.”

You nodded, swallowing hard, still feeling the echoes of the panic attack inside you, but grounded by his presence. Slowly, you allowed yourself to lean into him, seeking his warmth, his comfort. And without hesitation, Fiyero wrapped his arms around you, holding you tightly as you rested your head against his chest.

In the quiet, with his heartbeat thudding softly against your ear, you realized that no matter what storm you faced inside, you weren’t alone. Fiyero would always be there to help you through it.

And for the first time that night, you were able to breathe.

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fiyero smut fic is written. we're so back.

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In the light of you.

Pairing: Fiyero x f!reader.

Trigger warnings: emotional vulnerability, fear of being invisible, jealous and sibling rivalry, feelings of self doubt & unrequited love.

Request.

You sat at the window, staring out at the rolling hills of the Emerald City, the world outside seeming so distant, yet so close. Your fingers played with the delicate lace of your gown, as if the fabric could somehow distract you from the turmoil inside your chest.

You had always been in the shadow of your sister, Glinda, the brilliant, sparkling star of Oz. She was the one who always seemed to have everything—charisma, grace, and the admiration of everyone around her. Everyone adored her, especially him.

Fiyero.

You could still remember the first time you saw him. Tall, confident, with that carefree smirk that made your heart skip a beat. There was something about him—something that made your stomach flutter and your thoughts scatter every time he spoke.

And yet, despite the undeniable chemistry you felt every time your eyes met, you never let yourself hope. Not really. Because Glinda—your brilliant, beautiful, and always-perfect sister—liked him too.

You sighed, leaning your forehead against the cool glass. The soft murmur of voices from downstairs drifted up to you, and you could already imagine what was happening. Glinda was probably telling Fiyero about the latest gossip or planning their next grand adventure together. You knew how it went. She always got what she wanted.

Your heart tightened, and you hated how pathetic you felt. You weren’t like Glinda, and you knew it. You weren’t as charming or as quick-witted or as effortlessly adored. There was no way Fiyero would choose you over her. You had seen the way he looked at her, the way his eyes softened when she laughed. You had seen the way everyone gravitated toward her.

And yet, a small part of you—one that you tried so hard to silence—still dreamed of what it would be like if you weren’t just her shadow. What if Fiyero could see you, not as Glinda’s sister, but as you? As someone who could make him laugh, someone who could bring light into his world the way she did in hers.

But you shook your head, forcing those thoughts to the back of your mind. It was foolish to think that way. He was Glinda’s, and that was that.

A soft knock on your door startled you, pulling you from your thoughts. You straightened up quickly, smoothing your dress as you turned toward the entrance. The door creaked open, and there he stood—Fiyero, with that same mischievous grin that made your heart race.

"Hey, [Y/N]," he said, his voice warm and relaxed. "Glinda was looking for you. I told her I’d go find you, but I had to come see if you were avoiding me on purpose."

You blinked, surprised by his sudden appearance in your room. "Avoiding you?" You asked, trying to keep your voice steady. "I—no, I wasn’t avoiding you."

He chuckled, stepping inside the room and leaning against the doorframe. "I was beginning to think you might be. You know, Glinda's always telling me how you don't like to be around us when we get caught up in our little adventures.

The way he said “us” made your heart tighten. You knew exactly what he meant. The three of you—Glinda, Fiyero, and you—had spent countless hours together, but lately, you had found yourself pulling away, too aware of the growing tension inside you.

"I’m just not really much of a—" You broke off, not sure how to explain without sounding ridiculous. "I'm just tired, that's all.

Fiyero studied you for a moment, his gaze softening. "Are you sure? You don’t have to hide away, you know. I like having you around."

You froze, your heart stuttering in your chest. He likes having me around? The words replayed in your mind, like a melody you couldn’t quite grasp.

"I—" You began, but your voice faltered. "I just... I know Glinda really likes you, and I don't want to get in the way of that."

Fiyero's eyes softened, and for the first time, you saw a flicker of something in them—something different than what you had always seen when he looked at your sister. "You really think that?" he asked, his tone serious now.

You nodded, avoiding his gaze. "She always gets what she wants. And I don’t want to make things awkward between us."

Fiyero stepped closer, his hand gently lifting your chin so that you had no choice but to meet his gaze. There was a quiet intensity in his eyes that sent a shiver down your spine.

"[Y/N], Glinda is my friend, and I care about her. But that doesn’t mean I don’t care about you too. You’re not just Glinda’s sister. You’re your own person, and I—"

His words trailed off, and he looked at you with a mixture of determination and something softer, something gentler.

"You don’t have to hide from me," he said quietly, his voice low. "I’ve always noticed you, even if you didn’t think so."

Your breath caught in your throat, the weight of his words sinking in. He noticed you. He actually noticed you. The thought was almost too much to bear.

For a moment, everything was still. Your pulse raced, and the world outside your window felt like a distant memory, as if this moment was the only thing that mattered.

"I don't know what to say," you whispered, feeling vulnerable in a way you hadn’t expected.

"Then don’t say anything," Fiyero murmured, his hand gently brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. "Let me show you."

And with that, he leaned in slowly, his lips brushing yours in a kiss that was soft at first, hesitant, as if testing the waters. But when you didn’t pull away, when you let yourself melt into him, the kiss deepened, and you finally felt like you were standing in the light—your light, not Glinda’s.

When the kiss broke, Fiyero rested his forehead against yours, his breath warm on your skin. "You don’t have to be in her shadow, [Y/N]. You’ve always been enough.

You blinked up at him, a smile tugging at your lips. "I think I just needed to hear that."

"Well, I’ll say it as many times as you need.

And in that moment, you realized that maybe, just maybe, you had always been worthy of the same kind of love everyone else had always received. You just needed to let yourself believe it.

Fiyero smiled, brushing his thumb across your cheek. "So, how about we make our own adventure now?"

You laughed softly, the weight on your chest lifting as you nodded, feeling lighter than you had in so long.

"That sounds perfect."

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