#*​ELPHABA NOISES*

[fairylando]

GIGI SEI L'AMORE DELLA MIA VITAAAAA😭😭 this might be the best carlando selfie yet!!!!

[sailorscout93]

I’m pretty sure I saw it first in a post on here but has anyone else heard during Ari’s NOMTW at the ending verse when she goes full opera and that first “Goodness Knows” she sings it sounds like she’s singing “Fuck This Noise”? If you listen and you’re expecting “Goodness Knows” that’s what you hear but if you’re expecting “Fuck this noise” that’s ALSO what you hear. I can’t unhear it anymore and it’s so funny because of HOW WELL Ariana knows Glinda and knows the story of Wicked she could’ve snuck a “fuck this noise” in and honestly with where Glinda’s head is in that moment…. It makes sense! 😂

[notearsnora]

WICKED is currently the #1 movie in pre-sales in South Korea. It is also said to be the highest advance ticket sales record among musical films released in South Korea.

[artsy-punk-gremlin]

folks its official. I’m in my wicked era JUST IN TIME FOR THE 20th anniversary!!! WOOP WOOP!!!!

[liongrl321]

Tbh i can understand why Elphie's angry. lmao.

Squealy little brat. Takes a dead woman’s shoes — must have been raised in a barn!

[gelphielover69]

Imagine being in the room next door to Glinda and Elphaba and hearing a bunch of creaking bed noises and voices saying “I need you to bounce with me girl” and “it feels.. good.. I like it” at 6 in the morning

[moon-axolotl]

Elphaba and Glinda traveling to the Emerald City in the book: third-class travelers, the journey took over a week, huddled together for warmth in a single lumpy bed, loud noises and disturbances

Elphaba and Glinda traveling to the Emerald City in the movie: a fucking mini bar

[incorrectgliyeraba]

Elphaba: You were wanting to kiss me all night? Galinda: Yes. Elphaba: Even when you were arguing with me? Galinda: Yeah, then too. Elphaba: So is this some sort of recent development in your life? Galinda: Wanting to kiss you? No. It's sort of always been there. Like white noise.

[auroracalisto]

day #13: mistletoe

modern au fiyero x gn!reader, 1k words a/n: had a request for mistletoe fiyero. didn't think they celebrated christmas in oz, so i improvised. also, jonathan bailey is so pookie. that is all. tw: reader is overstimulated? alcohol consumption, pre-established relationship but no one knows until now, momentary boq slander but it's lighthearted and not serious at all i promise

Christmas parties for rich people were the worst. Scratch that—parties in general sucked.

From the spiked egg nogg and punch that somehow ended up in everyone's red solo cup, to the obnoxiously loud music that someone decided to play, it all royally sucked.

A game of charades was happening in one of the many living rooms of Galinda's mansion, a few party-goers were out in the backyard looking at the snow while smoking something that definitely wasn't a cigarette, and a strand of mistletoe hung from the ceiling, just out of reach so no one in their right mind could tear it down.

It mocked you.

Called you weak. Useless. Most definitely alone.

Okay, okay, maybe that's a lie and the egg nogg was getting to your very senses.

How did you even get invited to this shit?

Oh.

Right. Galinda. Something about Fiyero, Elphaba, class... It all kind of just melded together after a moment.

Fiyero had begged you at some point, saying it would be so much fun. That if you came, he wouldn't leave your side, wouldn't stop holding your hand.

He's such a liar. But it is what it is. You can't expect such a popular man like him to only stick with you at a party of this caliber, could you?

You sighed and got to your feet, checking your phone. To put it simply, this party was a bust for you. You had hoped to get something out of it, anything, but honestly, all you had gotten was a mild panic attack from the loud noises and the inkling of a headache that riddled it's way deep into your bones.

It was nearly midnight.

You began to make your way to the door, pulling out your phone to call a friend to come and pick you up. Maybe text your boyfriend and tell him you were just going home.

You didn't make it very far when he calls your name.

You quickly whipped your head around to see him—Fiyero.

He had disappeared after your second cup of punch and your first cup of egg nogg (which was much better here than you imagined—perhaps the spiked part muted out the rest of it). He has that sweet little smile of his as he walked over to you.

He pointed up to the ceiling once he came upon you.

"Mistletoe," he simply said.

You stared him down before your eyes flickered upwards. He was right—mistletoe hung just above you. Of course it did.

You couldn't ever catch a break, could you?

You grumbled under your breath, rolling your eyes. "For fuck's sake."

He grinned at you. "I mean, I feel like that's a bit too far for mistletoe, but if you want to—"

"Oh my god, stop it!"

He let out a laugh at your mild anguish, a smile forming on his lips. "Come now, love, it's just mistletoe. We could kiss if you wanted."

You blinked slowly. Is that what you wanted? To kiss him?

Yes. Oh, god, you've wanted to kiss him for ages now. Not just little pecks here and there, on the check or on the forehead.

Christmas party at Galinda's be damned. You'd wanted to know how he kissed for months. A real, public kiss, that showed everyone that you belonged to him and vice versa. A kiss that would change how everyone saw your relationship between each other.

"Don't tell me you're trying to leave, love," he softly said, motioning towards your phone. "Party's not even really started if you ask me."

You huffed. "I didn't ask you," you said. "You've ignored me most of the night. I've resorted talking to Boq and my cup of egg nogg like a crazy person."

He snorted softly. "You are being ridiculous," he said. "I did spend time with you."

"Right, right," you said, crossing your arms over your chest. "Before you went off and left me with Boq."

"Is Boq truly all that bad?"

You pouted up at him.

He smiled down at you, tilting his head as he watched you. "Now. I'll repeat myself," he said. "Mistletoe. Christmas party. People all around."

You took a moment to realize just how many people were in the living room. Had you really been that much in your mind that you didn't realize the crowd that had migrated inside?

"Kiss or no kiss. It's up to you," he said.

"Maybe I'll go grab Boq. Kiss him under the mistletoe instead."

He snorted softly. "You wouldn't."

You narrowed your eyes at him. You go to walk back to the sofa where you saw Boq's red curls.

He quickly reached out and grabbed your wrist.

"Do not do that," he said, narrowing his eyes at you. "Come on, please," he said. "I'm sorry for disappearing on you. I didn't mean to."

You huffed softly. You knew he was being earnest—you could see it in his eyes. You looked away, frowning.

He gently nudged your cheek with his knuckle. "Look at me," he softly said. "Let me prove to you how sorry I am."

You gave a quick and curt nod, and he immediately leaned forward, a hand to the back of your neck as he pulled you in for a rather deep kiss.

Lips molding with yours, his hand at the base of your neck fitting just perfectly. His teeth gently nipped at your bottom lip, and you would have granted him access had it not been for the need to breathe. Damn alcohol inhibiting all of your senses.

You sucked in a soft breath as you looked up at him, feeling the warmth of... something spread throughout your body. What was it? It wasn't anxiety. Wasn't excitement. No, no... it was...

"Do you know how long I've wanted to do that for?" Fiyero asked, leaning forward and pressing a second but rather quick kiss to your lips. "Ages, love."

You licked your lips nervously. Oh, you knew that feeling well. Joy.

Perhaps Christmas parties weren't all that bad.

They seemed to make your secret boyfriend not-so-secret after all (judging by the hush and the bruises that now rested on several partygoers' arms).

You tossed your phone onto the sofa nearby, hands gently gripping at his jacket. You pulled him close and kissed him again, feeling as his arms wrapped around you.

Lips to lips, bodies to bodies, the mistletoe watched as its tradition granted yet another kiss to those who deserve it.

[wildlyincorrect]

Fiyero: Elphaba goes to sleep after us and wakes up before us. Does she even sleep? Glinda: I think she periodically makes a whirring noise and then shuts down.

[rozecrest]

hold out if you can hold out my sweet -> i am married just not to a man -> as you abandoned me. you did, don’t deny it, stop those lightning bolt looks at me, i won’t have it -> you were devoted to glinda you were everyone knew -> [the night elphaba is “vanquished”] lady glinda had a bad night, a night of shakes and regret and pain; she guessed it was the early signs of gout from her rich diet. but she sat up half the night and lit a candle in a window, for reasons she couldn’t articulate. the moon passed overhead in its path from the vinkus, and she felt its accusatory spotlight, and moved back from the tall windows. -> “tell me what you need, tell me why i should help, and i’ll see what I can do. in memory of elphaba. you knew her.” her head tilted again, but up, this time, and it was to keep the sudden wetness from spilling into her carefully colored false eyelashes. “you knew my elphie!” + her hands reached out hungrily for the cape and rubbed its hem, as if it were leaves of thyme or hyssop. + glinda reached out and took the charred broomstick and cradled it. -> “oh, oh,” she managed, “i don’t know that i’ll see you again…and you remind me so of her.” + “her power was only part of it,” said glinda. “she was brave, and so are you.” -> [at the mauntery of saint glinda] i suppose i shouldn’t be surprised to find you here. after all, elphaba was here for a while, you know. it’s one of the reasons i like to support it. + glinda closed her breviary with a little slap. she hadn’t been attending closely to her devotions anyway. “that pesky slogan you see scrawled everywhere is right. she does live, you know. she does.” + glinda raised her chin. “no, liir. she lives. people sing of her. you wouldn’t guess it, being you—but they do. there’s a musical noise around her name; there are things people remember, and pass on.” + you refuse to be consoled, don’t you? well, that’s as much proof as i could ever need that you’re kin to her. she was the same way. the very same way. -> she called her name sleepily and added you wicked thing you’ve taken your sweet time of course

[bunnysnuff]

Study session interrupted.

Pairing: Elphaba Throbb x reader.

Trigger warnings: none.

Requests.

It was a quiet afternoon in Elphaba’s room. The green walls, adorned with a few scattered books and a flickering candle, cast a soft glow over the space. You and Elphaba were sitting at her desk, books and papers spread out in front of you as you both tried to focus on the assignments at hand. The sound of the quill scratching against the parchment was the only noise, aside from the occasional rustle of pages.

You had been studying for what felt like hours, but your mind kept drifting. Every now and then, you found yourself glancing over at Elphaba. She was so focused, her sharp eyes scanning the pages, the dim light casting shadows that only made her look even more ethereal.

“You’re staring again,” Elphaba said, her voice a teasing drawl, her green eyes lifting from the page to meet yours.

You blinked, a little startled. “Am I?”

She smirked, the corner of her mouth twitching in amusement. “You know, you really should stop doing that. It's distracting.”

“Distracting, huh?” you asked, leaning in a little closer. “I didn’t know I had that kind of power over you.”

Elphaba arched an eyebrow, the challenge in her expression as clear as ever. “Oh, you definitely do,” she said with a hint of mischief in her voice.

Before you could respond, your face broke into a grin. “You’re such a tease, Elphie.”

Her lips quirked, and with a swift motion, she set her quill down, pushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear. The next thing you knew, she was leaning in, her breath warm on your lips.

You couldn't resist anymore. You closed the gap between you, lips meeting hers in a soft, lingering kiss. It was gentle at first—just a quiet affirmation of your feelings—but as she responded, it deepened, the warmth between you both intensifying.

Just as Elphaba’s hand reached to cup your face, the door to her room creaked open.

“Hey, Elphie, I—” Glinda’s voice trailed off, her wide eyes locking on the scene before her. Her hand froze on the doorknob, and she stared at the two of you, her mouth slightly open in exaggerated surprise. “Well, this is… unexpected.”

You and Elphaba quickly pulled apart, your cheeks burning with embarrassment. Elphaba’s green skin flushed darker, a subtle shade of red creeping across her face. She turned away, trying to hide her flustered expression behind her hands.

Glinda, ever the dramatic one, stepped fully into the room, crossing her arms over her chest and looking between the two of you with a teasing grin. “You know, I never took you for a couple that couldn’t keep their hands off each other.”

You cleared your throat awkwardly, glancing at Elphaba, who was avoiding eye contact with both of you. “We weren’t doing anything,” you said quickly, although your tone didn’t help much in convincing anyone.

Elphaba shot you a look that could only be described as ‘please help me,’ and for a moment, you almost wanted to disappear into the floor.

Glinda, still grinning, glanced at the desk and the scattered papers. “Right. So, studying, huh? I mean, I can see the study materials… but that doesn’t explain the heavy make-out session.”

You let out a nervous laugh, shaking your head. “We were just... taking a break.”

“Elphaba, taking breaks? Now that’s a surprise,” Glinda teased, crossing her arms.

“Alright, alright, we get it, Glinda,” you said, rolling your eyes. “You’ve made your point.”

There was a pause before you broke the awkward tension with a grin. “But if you’re gonna interrupt, at least bring snacks next time. A little courtesy goes a long way.”

Elphaba snorted, her earlier embarrassment fading as she glanced at you, her lips curling in an amused smile. “You’re terrible.”

“And yet, you love me,” you said, winking at her.

Glinda, clearly done with her teasing, raised an eyebrow. “Well, I suppose I’ll leave you two to... study. But next time, maybe knock before diving into the room like that. I don’t need to witness all your private moments.”

“Got it, Glinda,” you said, still trying to get your composure back.

Glinda smiled and gave a dramatic wave. “Don’t mind me. I’ll just be over here, not judging you,” she added with an exaggerated wink as she left the room, closing the door behind her.

Once she was gone, you turned back to Elphaba, who was trying to suppress a chuckle. “Well, that was something,” you said, brushing your fingers through your hair.

Elphaba shook her head, a small smile lingering on her lips. “We really need to work on our privacy skills.”

“Agreed,” you said, settling back into your seat. “But for now… what were we saying before all that?”

Elphaba raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “I believe we were about to continue where we left off… without interruptions, of course.”

“Right,” you grinned, leaning in once again, knowing full well that no matter how many times Glinda walked in, you’d always find your way back to Elphaba.

[achromatophoric]

Wenclair Week - Day 3: Cursed Lover

In the Addams family armory, a confession is made as two girls gear up.

Enid: *lacing boots* Babe, I already know all about it. One love, all-encompassing, madness or death if not returned—it’s totes fine!

Wednesday: *checking knives* This unfortunately does not concern my family curse.

Enid: *looks up sharply* You have a different curse?

Wednesday: *adjusts bandolier* Quite so. There was an incident with a fairy godmother of the morally corrupt variety. I required her hair.

Enid: *gasps* You did not!

Wednesday: I certainly did. Needless to say, she was less than pleased. Gloves?

Enid: *passes a pair of gloves* So what does this curse even do?

Wednesday: To be concise, it breeds suffering and misfortune whenever I experience a state of venereal rapture.

Enid: *scrunches nose* Venereal? Uh—ew! Next time, please just say orga— Ohmygosh.

Enid: *stifles sudden giggle*

Wednesday: *peers at Enid while adjusting gloves* What is it?

Enid: *blurts out* Wednesday Friday Addams, are you telling me you have WOEGASMS?!

Wednesday: *goes deathly still*

Enid: *triumphant wiggle*

Wednesday:

Wednesday:

Wednesday: *through gritted teeth* Yes, I suppose I am.

Enid: That is SO you, babe! *giggles delightedly*

Wednesday: *sighs*

Enid: *grabs a spear* Okay! I am totes ready to take on today’s horde of giant toad demons.

Wednesday: *flourishes dual machetes* As am I. Let’s go.

The two head for the mansion exit, bristling with weapons and sheathed in protective gear. When they reach the doors, Enid shoots her fiancé a curious look.

Enid: Hey babe, I was wondering. Why did you bring up the curse?

Wednesday: Ah. Well, do you happen to recall when our toad problem first arose?

Enid: Wasn’t it the day after the Wicked-themed Rave’N, senior year?

Wednesday: *subtle smile* Correct. You made for a most ravishing Glinda.

Enid: Thanks to that amazing wig you got me. And your Elphaba? Sexy AF! That dress of yours was absolute fire.

Wednesday: And yet you preferred that dress on our floor, along with yours, my hat, our undergarments…

Enid: *smirks* Yeah, we spent the rest of the night defying gravity, didn’t we?

Wednesday: *fondly* Our very first time. One of my most treasured memories.

Enid: *warm smile* Same.

The tender moment lingers as the two stare lovingly into each other’s eyes, until it is interrupted by a distant croaking noise.

Enid: *blinks*

Enid: But what does that have to do with the toads?

In answer, Wednesday throws open the front doors to reveal the encroaching knot of cow-sized demonic toads and their peculiar cries of—

Tormentoads: Woebbit! Woebbit woebbit! Woebbit Woebbit! Woeb—

Enid: 😧

Enid: *aghast* You’re not seriously telling me…

Wednesday: *steps outside* Indeed. One summoned for every single woegasm you disgorge from my wretched depths.

Enid: 😧

Wednesday: Fret not, mi lobita insaciable. Be proud as you gaze upon the undeniable proof of your carnal talents—

Wednesday: *lips curl in a mad smile*

Wednesday: —and know, with the same immutable certainty of death and taxes, that last night… *glances back at her mate*

Enid: 🫢

Wednesday: Last night you, as you are oft to say, rocked my fucking world.

Still smiling, the twice-cursed seer turns and charges into battle with the reckless abandon and boundless enthusiasm of someone who has recently had their back properly blown out.

Enid: 🤭

🐸🐸🐸🐸🐸🐸🐸🐸🐸🐸🐸🐸 🗡️ 😈 🔪💨

[pinkpastels113]

pop star x bodyguard au

for @writerallie

Adrenaline rushes through her veins as Galinda moves across the stage, the lights overhead brilliant and warm and colorful and she knows she looks dazzling as she dances, singing to her own song with the earpieces that keep her on track. She giggles through the chorus in all the right places, makes that one voice change that makes her fans go wild, and lets her eyes stray to the side, to that dedicated spot to the left near the closest floor seats, to make sure that the sole person in this entire sold out stadium there for her is listening, watching her performance.

Elphaba, as always, stands there, in her pressed black suit and stoic expression. Her clear steady gaze meets Glinda’s, never leaves even as Glinda shoots her a dimpled smile before (satisfied,) focuses on an arbitrary fan in the crowd, winking at them just so they can catch it on their phone cameras. That intense stare burns a trail right to the tips of her toes in their heels, encouraging her to put on a show more so than any of the other tens of thousands of people in that stadium. It makes her excited to (rather than prepared to). It carries her through the rest of the songs, the rest of the setlist. 

The material of her cutout dress glitter, sparkling brighter than the stars in the evening sky that are trying to peek through. Her own voice sounds strange in her head, though louder than the many others singing along, which are vying to bleed into one with the way they are perfectly in sync with her lyrics. Glinda’s hold on her microphone is gentle but firm as she gives everyone what they want, paid for, looked forward to, traded plans with, for that night. 

Glinda loves being a pop star. She has always dreamed of being an artist ever since she first held a karaoke microphone toy at seven, and now, fifteen years later, she’s finally made it. The energy of the crowd brings a flush to her cheeks, their open adoration causing her heart to soar, and their connection to her own feelings making her so validated and seen. Wanted. Perfection. Though it oftentimes can be lonely and suffocating and overwhelming, she wouldn’t trade it for the world. She’s worked too hard to reach that point. Sacrificed so much. 

She finishes off the choreography with her backup dancers, skipping across the stage to the inconspicuous mark identified with a dollop of pink tape. Glinda poses, as rehearsed, her breath tumbling out in soft pants, sweat beading on her forehead, hair slightly damp and dark and returning to their natural waves. 

(She hopes her makeup’s still flawless though.)

Glinda glances, again, to the left.

Elphaba’s smile is small but still decipherable, only there for Glinda to pinpoint due to the amount of time that they’ve spent together. The corner of her lips quirk up the tiniest bit in fondness (and if Glinda allowed herself to dare to hope, with pride, too), and for some reason it makes Glinda’s eyes sting with unshed tears.

Her chest suddenly feels tight, like there is a weight on it, but Glinda ignores it as she turns back to address the audience. She curtsies while everyone else bow deeply to signal the end of the show, grinning widely while the cheers heighten into a deafening roar. The lights flash elegantly into synthetic rainbows, showering across the stadium not unlike shimmering bubbles. Taking a few minutes of reprieve to catch her breath and make sure that the noise isn’t a danger to her poor eardrums, she takes out her IEMs to give her expected speech.

“I had such a fun time with you all here tonight! The Emerald City really holds such a special space in my heart, and well. I hope your memories here in the past couple hours were as beautiful as mine for those years spent at Shiz, if not more. Thank you all for coming to the show and spending the evening with me, and see you in the next! Now I must go,” she finishes with a delicate chuckle, “Before I float away in all the goodness everyone has bestowed upon me.”

When she’s finally off that platform under the pressure of tens of thousands of Ozians, Elphaba is there with her pink converse. Glinda is grateful for the bit of privacy the darkness beneath the stage provides as she’s pretty sure the tabloids would have a field day printing articles about the gripping of her bodyguard’s shoulders as she carefully removes Glinda’s heels for her.

It’s fine, Glinda thinks, as the heat in her cheeks refuses to fade. It’s just a caring gesture. Nothing more to it. Any reasonable person with a heart would understand that she probably requires a change of shoes after two and a half hours of elaborate dancing on the pinches of her feet. Even if she’d never ask for it. 

She shouldn’t read into it much. Couldn’t. It’s not like Elphaba will say anything substantial if she prods.

“Just doing my job, princess,” Elphaba would always reply in that dry tone that Glinda foolishly, determinedly, wishes to crack someday down the line. 

(And princess as in “pop princess.” As the public deems her. Presumably.)

Elphaba ties the laces, accentuating them into double bunny ears. She straightens into her full height, placing a hand on the small of Glinda’s back, right there in that spot where her glittering dress gave way to a slip of skin, guiding her back out into the crowd for the final stretch of public attention. 

She smiles. And waves, as expected. For the cameras, for the eager faces, for the anticipation and the admiration and the happiness that it provides others. 

“Glinda, we love you!”

“You did so amazing, I love you so much!”

“I’m such a huge fan!”

“It was perfect, Glinda! The best show ever!”

“Aah! Glinda!”

“You look so beautiful!”

Elphaba keeps her steps quick, steadily pushing Glinda along even as fans try to reach out, swiftly inserting her body between them to block their line of sight. While Glinda makes it her day’s mission to please the public, Elphaba could not care less. 

(There had been instances where she had to scold Elphaba for being particularly aggressive.)

A young girl cried her name and Glinda turned, pausing to pay her a compliment and genuine smile. She already knew that Elphaba would be upset at her for doing so but she crouched down to hug the girl anyway, answering her questions about some of the theatrics of the performance.

“We have to go, Glinda. The car is waiting.”

Despite herself, Glinda rolled her eyes. “It can wait for a little longer.”

Something shifts in Elphaba’s gaze, and her hand twitches at her side for a split second. A rare moment of deviation of her cool facade but Glinda would gladly take it. It’s a small victory. 

She decides to not push her luck any further than that, though, and reaches the car without additional waylay. Elphaba holds the door open for her, Glinda sliding past with a purposeful brush to her wrist, before ducking in herself. She slams the door shut behind them.

The vehicle begins to move.

“You shouldn’t have done that,” Elphaba huffs, tossing Glinda’s heels on the opposite seat. There is a bottle of water tucked into a compartment which Elphaba picks up to shove at Glinda. “You don’t know what could have happened.”

“She was a child!” Glinda protests. She wrenches open the cap to gulp a few mouthfuls to hydrate her throat. Then hums a bit to soothe her voice. “Nothing could have happened.”

“It’s my job to prevent you from anything happening, so I think I should have a say on whether or not it could have. Happened.”

“Like there would not have been plenty of time for you to do something if it had.” Glinda peers up at Elphaba from beneath her lashes, resting her chin on her hand. “Did you have fun, Elphie?”

Elphaba glances past Glinda’s shoulder to the streets cruising out the window. “It’s not-”

“Did you,” Glinda says, punctuating her question, because Lurline, she was so sick of Elphaba skating and avoiding, “Have fun?”

“I don’t see how that would have mattered. It’s not like I had a choice on the matter of attending.”

“Just answer the damn question.” Good thing the privacy screen is up between them and the driver.

Elphaba pursed her lips. Glinda can see her debating with herself on whether or not to indulge her but Glinda had already seen the display of affection after the last song. And she knows that Elphaba knows too. She just hopes for a confirmation, and a quiet extension of something beyond strictly professional in this weirdly tense in between of their relationship.

“Perhaps.”

And that alone brought her more joy than the entirety of the performance that evening.

[andykilgore]

Boq to Tinman transformation but it’s the proper body horror it deserves. /hj

The spell in question essentially melting his heart within seconds, his bones and lungs slightly readjusting inside him with the sudden lack of a form there. Blood that had been flowing in essentially flooding into the empty hole, hitting against the empty cavity and swirling down to his stomach, coming back up his mouth.

He can’t breath, everything hurts and feels almost clogged inside him as he hacks up blood and bile. He can hear Elphie talking, and he can hear the loud screeching shifting of metal, but as he opens his eyes to see, something flies over his eyes and closes them again. It’s some kind of metal plate or flat chunk of steel, hitting him so hard it breaks the top of his nose, and probably messing up his half-open eye as well, pushing his eyelid into his eye.

He can’t breath, but by god he can scream, so scream he does. Trying to claw the strange intrusion over his eyes, as another large metal sheet hits his upper back, the impact bruising his shoulderblades. His arms move down in shock and are immediately hit as well. Forks and little metal straws impale his elbow and wrists, at a bad angle that makes it impossible to move. A massive metal tray the size of his entire chest lands on it, and bends with a painful creaking noise around the curve of his front.

It starts becoming one with his skin. It isn’t like melting, it’s freezing, so cold it makes him with he could tear it off. But he can’t now, even if he had the strength to do so, his arms are numb and twitchy from being severed at the major arteries. It feels at first like a trrrible pushing, like pressing a brick on somebodies chest. Then the feeling changes to what having all your skin ripped off would feel like, somehow. It feels like his skin is being torn by the iron, shifting and stealing his flesh from him, making room for itself.

A metal coaster hits his chest, the last thing to fly at him, and after what felt like years of not being hit at all. It flies at him so hard and with a momentum it must have been spinning, going straight through the metal outer shell and lodging itself in his chest cavity, stopping on his ribs where his heart would be.

Unlike the rest of the metal, this is hot. It feels like smoke, suddenly burning his insides as his metal skin heats up, but starts hurting. It melts into seams, the forks in his arms becoming strange hollow joints, and the medal over his eyes separating into pieces. The piece in his chest rattles and melts everything else, so hot it melts his blood and insides clean like a solar ray.

His ‘eyes’ finally become two pieces and fling open as his face separates into multiple paces, his lower jaw clamping over the top and shooting steam from circular vents on the side, the sound of a tea kettle coming from somewhere in his body.

Nessa is trying to touch him, trying to help. He panics, looking her approaching his hand, then looking at his hand. Digging his weird clanky fingers into the joints of his arms as he stands, feeling a little more stable on his legs than he had before, the large bottoms helping. He can’t listen to a word Nessa says, looking past to Elphaba, green static practically pooling off her like a neon sign pointing, screaming ‘she did this!’

[satin-velvet]

˚ · . 𝒲𝒾𝒸𝓀𝑒𝒹 𝒲𝒾𝓉𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓈 ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒲𝒾𝓏𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝓍 𝐹!𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇 ( 𝒫𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝟣 )

summary: distraught after you lose your best friend, elphaba, your intense emotions awaken something new inside you, and Moribble is quick to notice.

note: moribble and oscar are a manipulative duo in this..this was teetering on the edge of wizard x reader x moribble. might change it.. or do some oneshot with it. i just wanted to write an evil oscar and write some moribble. i hope it’s okay. this is only the first part so it’ll pick up and get better as it goes!

disclaimer: older man x younger woman, maybe problematic plot.. idk.. ill take it down if so <3, manipulation, distressed reader, slowburn, evil wizard/moribble

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The world around you seem to still as Elphaba, your best friend, rode off into the sunset. You felt almost helpless watching her go, wondering if and when she’d come back. You could’ve went with her, you should’ve, but.. you two barely got to say goodbye before the guards attempted to seize you two. Madame Moribble, sensing your plight, rubbed small circles on your back to try and console you. You knew Elphaba was not wicked; she was the farthest from it. The most kind-hearted person you knew. You thought Madame Moribble had known it too, saw how much Elphaba cared for animals and others, even when the world had not been kind to her.

The guards around the roof began to turn back, stepping over the broken glass and scattered debris. Your eyes began to sting, tears pricking the corners. You kept looking at the sky, searching for anything that might be her. You didn’t even know where she was going.. certainly not back to Shiz. You placed a hand over your chest, quietly sniffling. Madame Moribble carefully wrapped her arms around you in a hug, pulling away after a few seconds.

“Wh.. I have to go find her.” You murmured, sadness blanketing your tone. A quiet rattle around you mildly distracted you for a moment, but you ignored it. “This.. this can all be talked out.” The noise became louder.

“Deary..” Moribble began, her voice trailing off as her gaze shifted to something else.

“I’ll talk to her, and convince.. her..” you sobbed, covering your face with your hands. The rattling grew louder, akin to glass tapping on a hard surface. A shattering sound broke through your haze, and you looked up, following Moribble’s gaze behind you at the ground. It was just glass and debris, some destroyed and others intact in smaller pieces. “Wh.. what is it?” You asked, meekly.

“How remarkable.” With a hand on your shoulder, she gave you a soft smile. “It seems I’ve judged you too quickly. Come, we must head back to the palace at once.” Without waiting for your answer, she lead you towards the shattered window as you two stepped through it carefully. You wanted to go home; back to Shiz, where you and Elphaba had met. Things would be okay again, no wicked witch, no emerald city.. you missed when it was just a distant dream you two fantasied about. The reality made your heart ache much more. Tears streamed down your cheeks, blurring your vision and wetting your face. You’d try to wipe the tears away, but the effort was futile. It seemed your sadness couldn’t be wiped away.

The walk seemed longer than it was, each step almost involuntary. By the time you looked up, you two were in a new room completely. Papers had been scattered around the floor, the balcony doors to the side open a crack as if they had been closed in a haste. It was dark, but you could faintly make out the wizard in all the midnight. You noticed there was a maid or two stood near the fireplace, attempting to rouse flames once again. Without electricity, that was all there was to rely on. Moribble left your side to speak with the wizard, their voices hushed as they turned away from you. Your palm brushed your face again, and you crouched down to pick up some of the debris that had scattered, placing it in a neat pile near a corner. The maids, by now, had successfully brought the fire back to life, the timber crackling as golden light caressed the room. You wondered what Moribble had been so distracted by; there was nobody else there, and you hadn’t noticed anything strange.

As you stood idly, the wizard and Moribble had wrapped their conversation up, and walked over to you. Trying to compose yourself, you took a few quick breaths and wiped your face again.

“It’s been such a rough night for you, i’m sure.” Moribble said, her voice pitying. “We couldn’t possibly send you out on your own tonight.”

“Yep. And, uh, there’s a lovely guest room in the palace you can have.” The wizard followed, adjusting the lapels of his suit. “It’s all yours.”

You sniffled, taking in their words. Atleast they could see you were hurting; it was nice of them to offer. You could collect your bearings tonight, then head back to Shiz tomorrow. You wanted to go to sleep, too, and wake up with this all being a dream. Everything would be normal. Just one more night in the Emerald City. “Okay, then..” you acquiesced.

“Wonderful.” The wizard nodded, glancing at Moribble.

Moribble smiled at you, like any other answer would be unacceptable. “You’ll need all the rest you can get. Please, don’t worry about Elphaba.”

“Don’t worry about her at all,” he chimed in, placing a firm hand on your shoulder, “If it’d make you real happy, we’ll find her.. and, you know, get her back here.” There was something a little darker in his tone, but you brushed it off in favor of believing them. Of course they meant no harm, these two wouldn’t hurt Elphaba.

“Please.” You nodded, a small smile gracing your lips. “She’s not wicked.. she just really cares for the animals, she—“

“Let’s get you to bed.” Moribble interrupted, raising a calm hand which instantly silenced you. She placed a hand on the small of your back, walking by your side. The wizard followed, falling into step next to you. You felt grateful they were letting you have a room; you didn’t want to face the Emerald City alone, or do much of anything. Tomorrow, you could head towards the western sky, walking and traveling until you found where Elphaba went too. It was the only way, unless she came back herself. By now, the palace had been dimly lit by candles the staff had placed around. The air was chilly, biting at any exposed skin you had.

The wizard and Moribble were talking to eachother, but you barely registered what they were saying. You hoped the hurt in your heart wouldn’t be forever. Elphaba was out there, and you’d find her, and talk to the wizard about the animals. She didn’t give him a chance to explain himself.. he wasn’t hurting the animals, neither was Madame Moribble. Maybe there was a chance to talk it out.

Before long, you had arrived at a door. Moribble pushed it open, revealing a spacious, but a little empty, bedroom. You three stepped inside, though you were a little more hesitant.

“Dear, if you have anything from Shiz you’d like to be brought here..” Moribble turned to you, ushering you further into the room.

“Oh no, I don’t.. know how long i’ll be here.” You mumbled, crossing your arms over your chest. You moved over to the bed, sitting on the edge.

“Well, it’s always good to prepare ahead.” Moribble replied, glancing at the wizard. “It’s a little dangerous right now with the.. electricity situation.”

He nodded, turning to you. “It’ll be okay. It, uh..shouldn’t be too cold in here, so don’t worry about that. Staying here will be great. Especially when all the lights starts working..” He said, gesturing to the ceiling.

“Would you like a candle?” Moribble smiled, taking your hand in hers and gently patting it. “Extra blankets?”

You thought for a moment. You wanted your best friend back. “About Elphaba—“

“You should get some rest.” He interrupted, “There’ll be plenty of time to.. uh.. talk about her in the morning.”

“Plenty.” Moribble nodded, “Now, deary, just incase, i’ll have some of your clothes brought here.. and some of your study materials.” She listed, letting go of your hand. She turned back to the wizard, continuing the hushed conversation they were having before.

You sighed, listening with impassivity. You figured there was no use in arguing back. Looking behind you at the bed, the fluffed pillows and layered blankets seemed to call to you, promising rest without any of the pain that today brought.

“Goodnight, dear.” Moribble smiled, turning towards the door. The wizard followed, glancing at you one more time before leaving. The door clicked softly as it closed behind them, and the room fell into a quiescence. You stood, kicking off your shoes and pulling the cover back. When you woke up, things would just go back to normal. You’d be at Shiz, Elphaba would wake you up.. she would be okay. You’d both be okay. As you pulled the blankets over your shoulder, you relaxed your body as best you could and allowed the weight to settle over you. The darkness swallowed your surroundings, but it felt much-needed. You didn’t want any reminders of where you were, alone. You blinked quickly, fighting the tears pricking the corners of your eyes. A quiet sob escaped you, and almost immediately you heard a small crack in the nearby window.

You sat up, alarmed. You stared at the window, and it’s cracked surface stared back, as if questioning you on what had happened. There was no way someone threw something at it from this height. You pulled the blankets up to your face, laying back down and closing your eyes. That was tomorrow’s issue; one of many. Things would be fine. Everything would be okay.

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