#Nessarose x Boq woodsman

[bunnysnuff]

Army dreamers.

Pairing: Boq Woodsman x reader, Boq Woodsman x NessaRose Thropp, NessaRose Thropp x reader.

Trigger warnings: emotional manipulation, abuse of power, obsession, imprisonment, unhealthy relationships.

Note: THIS CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR PART 2! IF YOU DONT WANT SPOILERS DONT READ. THIS IS WHY I TYPED IT IN CAPATIALS! DONT READER FOR SPOILERS.

The streets of Munchkinland were unnaturally quiet, the cheerful energy that once defined your home dulled to a lifeless hum under Nessarose’s rule. Her reign was absolute—she held the people captive, not just through her title as Governor, but with her iron determination to bend the land to her will.

And then there was you.

You had once been her best friend, long before the title of Governor and the obsession with control had taken hold of her. Now, you were little more than another captive under her grasp. She refused to let you leave her side, holding you hostage under the guise of affection and friendship.

And Boq… Boq had it even worse.

“Y/N!” Nessarose’s sharp voice echoed through the grand halls of the Governor’s mansion, breaking your thoughts.

Across the room, Boq stiffened. He stood at the far corner, polishing the same ornate chair he had been working on for what felt like hours. His eyes darted to you, filled with a mixture of worry and resignation.

“I’m coming!” you called back, trying to sound lighthearted as you left the room. Before you walked out, you glanced at Boq, your eyes silently conveying a promise: I’ll be back.

You found Nessarose in the sitting room, seated regally in her ornate wheelchair. She was draped in deep emerald silk, a faint smile on her lips as you entered. She lit up at the sight of you, as though she had been waiting for this moment all day.

“There you are,” she said, her tone soft, almost sweet. “I was beginning to think you’d forgotten about me.”

“I would never forget you, Nessa,” you said carefully, taking the seat beside her.

“Good,” she replied, reaching for your hand. Her grip was light at first, but then it tightened, almost possessively. “You’re the only one I can trust, Y/N. Everyone else��� they all want to leave me. Even Boq.”

You flinched inwardly at the mention of his name but kept your face neutral. “You know Boq only stays because of how much he cares for you,” you said gently, though the words tasted bitter on your tongue.

Nessa’s expression darkened slightly, her fingers digging into your hand. “He doesn’t care for me,” she said, her voice trembling. “Not the way I want him to. But you do, don’t you, Y/N? You’ve always been loyal to me.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat, forcing yourself to nod. “Of course I have, Nessa.”

Her eyes softened, and she let out a small sigh. “I don’t know what I would do without you. Promise me you’ll stay, Y/N. Promise me you’ll never leave.”

Your heart ached as you nodded again, the words catching in your throat. “I promise.”

—

Night had fallen by the time you found Boq again. He was in the small servant’s quarters tucked away at the back of the mansion, sitting on the edge of the bed and staring at the floor.

“Boq,” you said softly as you closed the door behind you.

His head snapped up, relief flooding his face as he saw you. “You shouldn’t be here,” he said, though his voice lacked conviction.

“And leave you alone with her?” you whispered, moving closer. “Never.”

Boq let out a soft laugh, though there was no humor in it. “She’d probably lock us both in separate rooms if she found out.”

“She doesn’t scare me,” you lied, sitting down beside him.

Boq’s hand reached for yours, his touch warm and grounding. “She should,” he said quietly. “Nessa… she’s not the person you used to know.”

You turned to him, your eyes filled with a determination you didn’t entirely feel. “Then we’ll leave. Together.”

He shook his head, his expression bitter. “She’ll never let us go. Not you. Not me. She wants to control everything—and she already has.”

The pain in his voice broke something in you. Without thinking, you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into a fierce embrace. Boq froze for a moment before he melted into your touch, his head resting against your shoulder.

“We’ll find a way,” you murmured, stroking his back. “I don’t know how yet, but we’ll figure it out. We’ll get out of here.”

Boq pulled back just enough to meet your eyes. “I don’t care what happens,” he said, his voice trembling. “As long as I have you, I can get through this.”

Tears pricked at your eyes, and you leaned forward, resting your forehead against his. “You’ll always have me, Boq,” you whispered.

His lips brushed against yours, hesitant but filled with a quiet desperation. The kiss was brief, but it said everything words couldn’t: love, fear, hope.

But just as the moment ended, you heard the faint creak of wheels in the hallway outside.

You froze, your heart pounding in your chest as the sound grew louder.

Nessarose.

[ninaslittlewickedplace]

🚨 ‼️ EXCUSE ME MR JON M CHU STOP TEASING US WITH BTS AND SHOW US THE FINAL PRODUCT IN ITS FULL GLORY PRETTY PLEASE WINKIE PROMISE 🥺🥺🥺🥺

[dr-sunshine-md-is-me]

I Need deeply in my heart a fanfic series where it's like a semi fix it AU of wicked where it's a slice of life sitcom thing with the students at Shiz just being fun kids and friends and Galinda and Elphaba are gay and Boq and Nessa are happy and not terrible people and fiyero just gets to be bisexual and stupid and nothing bad happens cause I'm delusional and dillamond can be the fun teacher character and morrible is the fun-police principal who sucks and blah blah whatevs

[anime-villian-irl]

Watching wicked isn't enough I need to inject it directly into my bloodstream

[nightcorecarseatheadrest]

Hadestown au for nobody other than me

[thestarlightforge]

So important to me that Glinda was talking about Elphie and their Shiz friend-group, here.

Timeline-wise, “For Good” has just happened. All truths have been revealed (except for Elphie’s faked death). She’s promised their love has changed her forever. She’s consoling herself, desperately, and singing to Elphie’s memory. “The truth we all believe” is that which she, Fiyero, Boq, Elphaba and Nessa knew. The “lie” and “wicked workings of you-know-who” were those she, the Wizard, and Madame Morrible peddled. The truth will prevail for her and Elphie…

Until here: Having to set Elphaba’s effigy ablaze in a horrible symbol of all she had done, where she crashes out. Her life is lonely. She’s left on her own, to die alone, because she’s wicked—it’s all her fault; she’s reaping what she sowed.

And Elphie didn’t deserve to die alone.

[wens-loves-wednesday]

Pov: Boq is taking the picture and Nessa is like 😰

[the-patchwork-girl-of-oz]

Fiyero: my waist is snatched. My roof is thatched. The governor of munchkinland wants me dead cause she knows her man wants me.

Fiyero: I’m the baddest b*tch in Oz.

[starbloggirl]

I just wanted to say that as a Chinese girl, Wicked actually changed my life

So when I saw Wicked, I felt like it was actually a good metaphor for racism (I grew up in a entirely white and black neighborhood, with one Taiwanese friend) I genuinely felt like Elphaba because of how racist my neighborhood was, watching that's movie made me realize that the world is bigger than my town, and there are people that don't care like Fiyero, or get used to it like Glinda,

[awhitewomansinstagram]

have you even held space for the lyrics of defying gravity today bro

[vonreverie]

hi wicked nation

my brain has been infested with tfem boq x fiyero where boq is basically forced to come out to fiyero because fiyero finds her one singular bra underneath her pillow and thinks she's cheating. it's very sad. then fiyero is like ok ily and they're happy and boq comes out to glinda and she offers to help her with anything she needs to transition smoothly yay yay. glinda (because she's glinda) then tells her two evil friends who are jealous because she is spending more time with boq than with them. they tell evil nessarose finds out and outs her to the whole academy. because she is evil (and jealous). am i cooking.

[boqlover]

I did the random headcanon generator and I knew I had to draw it

I am so sorry I have not posted in here in a minute I literally don’t even have a excuse 😭 but I’m still here and I still LOVEEEE my wicked modern au stuff (click the image for better quality sorry tumblr messes up the quality)

Love you all 💋💘🫧

[vanilladelrey]

i’m sorry but deep down i’m such a gatekeeper, like i get it you watched wicked but i used to base my entire image off of ariana grande when i was 12, back off

(this is a joke, i’m so happy she is getting more fans, especially after all of the mean posts and articles that have been made about her recent change of appearance)

also give her that golden globe, my girl was robbed !!

[bluehydrangeabush]

"and no one shall make them afraid"

chapters: 4/? chapter iv: surrender your hearts, surrender your minds

a tincrow/gelphie fanfic on if elphaba stayed with the wizard to undermine his power, and the revolution that is born as a consequence.

ao3 link

[zehobereian]

wicked the musical one-shot (minor fiyeraba)

"we would've been timeless."

word count: 3263 | (not proofread) | timeline: shiz era (non-canon compliant)

“I call being the racecar!” Fiyero declared as he launched himself forward to snatch the miniature race car token from the playing board, a victorious grin plastered on his face.

“No fair! I wanted to be the racecar,” Nessarose whined. “I actually have wheels, what do you have?” she continued, pouting like a child.

“The racecar.” Fiyero wiseassed. “Next time, Ness” he winked, earning a snort from Galinda who was sitting opposite him and organising the board.

On a rare night off from their studies, mainly Elphaba’s, they had decided they would play a game of Ozopoly. A board game about building your own Ozian empire, with the prerogative of earning enough Ozzo coins to purchase the Emerald City, and ascend to become the ‘Wonderful Wizard of Ozopoly”. Game night had become somewhat of a tradition amongst them ever since discovering that Boq had brought a copy, albeit a seemingly ancient copy, with him their freshman year.

He claimed he brought it as a piece of dormitory decor. Everyone else in the room was fairly certain it was some lame attempt to make friends. However, in Boq’s defence, it had worked. Presently, they were all crammed into Galinda and Elphaba’s room, waiting to begin.

“Fabala, would you please hurry up? We’re all waiting on you.” Nessa chided impatiently as Elphaba dug around in the Ozopoly box, clearly searching for something.

“What are you even looking for Elphie?” Galinda asked, setting the Grimmerie and Gale Force mystery cards face down on the board.

“The cat.” Elphaba replied simply, not looking up from what she was doing.

“The cat?” Galinda questioned, raising her brows at the green girl. 

Elphaba shrugged, “The cat token. The same token I use every time we play this game,” she pushed the box away from her. “But it isn’t in there.” 

Boq looked at her somewhat sympathetically. “Maybe it got lost,” he said with a shrug and Elphaba visibly deflated. “But I’m sure it’ll turn up eventually!” he added quickly.

“Fabala just pick another token. It’s not like the cat is lucky. Don’t be ridiculous” Nessa sighed audibly to which Elphaba frowned. It wasn’t that Elphaba believed in luck but it didn’t hurt  that she usually won when she used the cat token.

“Yeah Faba–” Fiyero’s teasing was interrupted by a green hand covering his mouth. “Don’t even think about it.” Elphaba warned him. The Winkie prince knew better than to push her buttons, instead pressing a kiss to her palm. Elphaba’s cheeks darkened even further and she hurriedly moved her hand away.

“You could be the dog?” Boq offered. “It’s kind of like a cat.” he reasoned. 

“Oz, no.” Galinda immediately disagreed. “That dog is completely horrendible” the blonde huffed, taking the box into her lap.

Boq’s eyes widened at Galinda’s disgust. “What’s wrong with it?” He asked.

Fiyero chuckled at Boq’s mortification. “Yes, please enlighten us Galinda,” Fiyero encouraged. Elphaba elbowed him in the side and Fiyero took the opportunity to grab hold of her hand, interlacing their fingers. He was surprised to find she didn’t pull away. They had been together for a while now but he found Elphaba was still rather shy about public displays of affection. He, however, was the opposite, taking every chance to be near the green girl.

Galinda sighed dramatically. “It just looks so… so mangy! It’s so scruffy, and its legs are so short. It looks like it would chase other animals, and bark incessantly! It might even bite!” She exclaimed, tossing her hair over her shoulders. “Besides, it can hardly even call itself a dog. It has no prestige. Elphie needs a token that reflects the Wizard's magic grand vizier.” the blonde sniffed.

“I think it’s a cute dog,” Nessa shrugged. “I’d like to have one of my own someday.” she mused and Galinda made a face at her in disapproval. 

“Didn’t you want one of those crusty-eye dogs Galinda?” Fiyero teased, referring to a point in time where Galinda had declared she was destined to own a fluffy, purse sized dog. She had been deterred when she was reminded that dogs often chewed shoes. 

“Do the eye boogers add extra prestige?” Elphaba added and Fiyero grinned at her. “They certainly drive up the market-value” he said.

Ignoring them, Galinda pulled something from the box. “Oh Elphie, you should be this!” Galinda exclaimed, holding up the top-hat token. “It’s perfection!” the blonde beamed.

“It matches that hideoteous hat you always insist on wearing!” Nessarose chirped.

“Hey! It’s not hideoteous. Fae likes that hat. It's cool.” Fiyero defended. Elphaba squeezed his hand and shook her head. 

“I used to think it was completely horrendible but after Elphie’s braverism at the OzDust, it has grown on me. I would never wear it, of course, but I think it suits Elphie wonderfully.” Galinda replied nonchalantly. 

Boq nodded. “I agree with Miss Galinda,” he concurred and Nessarose frowned. “Shall we begin?” he asked as Elphaba took the hat token from Galinda.

“Prepare to eat my racecar dust, people.” Fiyero proclaimed, shaking the dice around in his hands dramatically before dropping them onto the table and rolling a three.

“Wow, I feel so threatened, Yero.” Elphaba mused sarcastically.

“Have you ever actually won this game, FiFi?” Galinda teased.

“Hey!” Fiyero protested.

Half-an-hour into Ozopoly, Boq found an opportunity to play Munchkinlander in shining armour. Using his turn to bail Galinda Upland out of prison, after her frivolous spending habits had finally caught up to her. Much to Elphaba’s annoyance. 

“Boq, you barely own any properties. How can you afford to bail Galinda out of jail?” Elphaba asked as Boq placed some Ozzo notes on the middle of the board. 

“You’re just mad because you put me here, Elphie.” Galinda huffed, folding her arms across her chest.

“You landed on my square!”

“So?”

“You couldn’t afford the rent,” Elphaba stated. 

“So?” Galinda repeated stubbornly.

“So, you land on my square. You can’t afford the rent. You go to prison for fee evasion.” Elphaba rolled her eyes and Galinda sighed audibly.

“But you own the whole Vinkus,” The blonde whined. “With houses! How is anybody supposed to afford that?” she added, throwing her hands up in defeat. 

Fiyero shook his head, amused. “Does it matter? Boq already bailed you out. You didn’t have to afford anything.” he stated as Boq passed the dice to Galinda.

Galinda blinked. “I guess that’s true. Thank you Boq.” she turned to smile brightly at Boq. The Munchkins face flushed beet red and he shrugged meekly. 

Galinda rolled the dice, landing on a Gale Force square. The blonde picked up the card from the top of the deck, holding it up to read it. “With this card you must– What?! No!” Galinda shrieked, tossing the card back onto the table. 

Picking the card up, Fiyero began to read aloud. “With this card you must go straight to prison. Do not pass go. Do not collect two-hundred Ozzos. You may not be bailed out of prison. You may roll doubles, or wait three consecutive turns to be released.” he grinned. Elphaba, who was reading over his shoulder, wheezed. The green girl doubled over in laughter much to Galinda’s dismay.

“This is so unfair.” Galinda complained. Half-heartedly, she pushed the purse token back to the prison square before slumping back in her chair.

“You can still collect rent whilst you’re in jail. That’s three chances to make money and lose none.” Nessarose offered and Galinda perked up. “Oh Nessa, you’re totally right!” Galinda stated. “And look, Fiyero is so close to landing on the Munchkin River. That’s my best card!” she squealed. 

“He has to roll… a four,” Boq counted and Fiyero rolled his eyes. “Never going to happen,” the Winkie prince said smugly. Fiyero gathered the dice in his hands. Making a spectacle of himself, he shook the dice around wildly. He kissed his own knuckles before throwing them down on the table.

His smug smile faded and Elphaba snorted.

The dice glared up at him from the board. Fiyero rubbed his hands over his face and groaned. Elphaba had to cover her mouth to stop herself from laughing any harder.

“Four!” Galinda screamed, shooting up from her chair in triumph. The blonde flexed her muscles in victory before throwing her arms around Nessarose’s shoulders. Nessa laughed and embraced the bone crushing hug. “You owe Galinda three-hundred Ozzos, Fiyero.” Boq stated, checking the prices on Galinda’s card.

Fiyero sighed in exasperation, leaning against Elphaba. “Do you feel generous?” he asked, looking up at the green girl. 

“Not in the slightest.” Elphaba replied.

“You wound me, woman!” he gasped in mock offence, placing his hand on his heart. Elphaba rolled her eyes, pushing him off of her. 

Reluctantly, Fiyero handed the money to a triumphant Galinda. “Your books better sleep with one eye open tonight, Fae. No one is safe.” He teased, narrowing his eyes at Elphaba. 

Elphaba folded her arms across her chest. “You wouldn’t dare.” she stated.

“Wouldn’t I?” Fiyero grinned.

“I’ll curse you.” she threatened.

“She would! She broke our window because I asked a question,” Galinda piped up before Fiyero had a chance to respond. “It was very intense.”

“You were being annoying,” Elphaba replied pointedly, taking the dice from the board. “It’s not like I meant to break anything. I just got mad.” She shrugged, rolling an eight. 

Fiyero held his hands up in surrender. “Note to self, don’t make Fae mad.” he said, nudging her with his shoulder. 

Elphaba shook her head. “You vex me daily, Yero.” she countered. 

“Yeah, but you love it. Totally the highlight of your day.” Fiyero grinned. 

“Okay, enough romance, you two. Let’s get back to the game.” Nessa interrupted, amused. The younger Thropp was happy for her sister and the Winkie prince. She’d had doubts about them in the beginning. She didn’t understand how they fit together, they were completely different. Fiyero was a prince, with a scandalacious reputation, and Elphaba was, well, Elphaba. But, they seemed to make each other happy, and that was enough for Nessarose. She was happy for them, they deserved each other. Just like she deserved Boq. If someone like Elphaba could find love, then surely she could too. She had. She found Boq. He loved her. He had essentially said so. The Munchkin was just easily distracted is all.

After taking her turn, Nessa looked to Boq. The Munchkin was quietly swapping cards with Galinda. She could see that he was giving her his best cards in trade for her worst ones. She knew it technically wasn’t against the rules but at that moment, she felt it should be. The brunette turned her gaze back to Fiyero and her sister. Elphaba had her head resting against his shoulder. Nessa watched as he whispered something to the green girl and Elphaba smiled.

Nessa could feel her skin burning with envy. For a moment, she believed she might be just as unpleasantly green as her sister. Envy was such an ugly emotion. It was green, and violent, and clawed at her. She was envious of her sister. Why did she deserve to be loved like that? Why couldn’t Boq love her like that? He had called her beautiful, and they had danced the night away. He hadn’t pitied her for her chair. Yet, he always seemed so preoccupied. Why couldn’t she be the centre of his focus? It just wasn’t fair. Her feelings were unfair, and she had no one she could truly express them to. Not without sounding completely wicked.

“Oh! Nessa, you landed on a Grimmerie square,” Galinda pointed out, interrupting Nessarose’s thoughts. “What does it say?” the blonde questioned enthusiastically, passing Nessa a Grimmerie card.

Nessarose read over the card, a small smile playing on her lips. “With this Grimmerie card you can make one player stop assisting another player. They may not trade cards, bail out of jail, or lend Ozzo’s to the other player. If the selected player lands on any property of the assisted player, they must pay rent to the owner and pay the same to you.” She read aloud.

“You have got to pick Elphaba and Fiyero.” Boq spoke and Fiyero glared at him.

“Why would she pick me?” Elphaba asked. “I haven’t even offered to help Fiyero.” the witch countered. 

Fiyero nodded. “Yeah, if anything Nessa should choose you! You keep helping Galinda!” he protested.

“I’m not complaining.” Galinda shrugged.

Nessarose looked back and forth at the two pairs, watching them as they bickered. Her green-eyed monster settled in her stomach, weighing her down. Logically, she knew that if she wanted to win the game, she should choose Elphaba. But she didn’t care about winning this game.

“So? Who are you picking, Ness?” Fiyero pushed, turning to the brunette.

“Boq.” she hummed.

“What?” Boq began to protest. “And you’re no longer allowed to help Galinda.” Nessa interrupted, placing the pair of dice into the Munchkins hand. Boq didn’t reply. He only frowned, a look of hurt crossing his face.

“That’s okay Bick!” Galinda chirped. “I don’t need your help, I’m sure Elphie will bail me out!” the blonde beamed at Elphaba across the table. 

“Fat chance.” Elphaba shook her head.

“She won’t even help me. Why in Oz would she help you?” Fiyero questioned.

“Because Elphie loves me the most.” Galinda answered matter of factly, tossing her hair over her shoulders.

“You’re both leeches,” Elphaba rolled her eyes. “I’m not helping either of you. I already lost my lucky token.”

Fiyero paused. “Lucky token?” he asked curiously. 

“She's talking about the cat,” Nessarose stated. “She thinks it helps her win.” the younger sister shrugged.

“Nessa,” Elphaba hissed.

Fiyero looked back to the green girl. “Oh really?,” he raised a brow at her. “Is that why you’re currently losing?” the prince teased.

Elphaba narrowed her eyes at him. “Just you wait, Tigelaar. I’m going to crush you.” she promised and Fiyero grinned.

“I’m not the one without their lucky charm, Thropp,” he countered and Elphaba huffed at him in response.

“Here we go,” Galinda rolled her eyes. “Should we throw in the towel now?” she asked, turning to Nessa and Boq, who both shook their heads. “No, I just bought the Great Gillikin Forest. I still have a chance.” Nessa stated, presenting the card to Galinda and Boq.

As the rounds continued, Elphaba found herself growing frustrated by the Winkie prince sitting beside her. During his last few turns, Fiyero had managed to get her sent to jail, twice, and used a grimmerie card to halve her Ozzos. She’d had enough. 

Landing on one of Nessa’s squares Elphaba sighed. “I hate this game.” Elphaba grumbled, handing Nessa what she owed her. “What’s wrong Fae? Sore loser?” Fiyero asked innocently. The green girl scowled at him. “No,” she answered. “I refuse to lose to you.” she concluded, crossing her arms. “You’re not doing a very good job.” Fiyero chuckled and Elphaba huffed, scooting away from him to sit closer to Nessarose. The prince shook his head, returning to the game.

“Fabala,” Nessarose whispered to her sister and Elphaba looked at her, her brows furrowed slightly. “Use your brain.” the younger Thropp sister directed. “He’s distracting you. That’s how he’s planning to win.” Nessa murmured. Elphaba considered this. “So, you want me to be level headed?” the witch asked. “For the first time in your life.” Nessa nodded. 

Elphaba studied the board. Nessarose was right. Rarely was Elphaba truly level-headed. She had a good mind but she often found herself led by her heart and blinded by her emotions. Hence, the magical outbursts. 

Fiyero looked over at Elphaba, who was looking down at her cards. She looked focused, a crease between her brows as she concentrated. Fiyero smiled. He was fairly certain he could hear the cogs whirring inside her head. He knew his Ozian empire was in trouble, but he didn’t mind. 

Boq was the first victim of Elphaba’s new strategic outlook. The Munchkin landed on one of Elphaba’s Vinkun properties, and when he couldn’t afford her rent. She bought his properties from him. They weren’t worth much but they took Boq out of the game. The Munchkin removed the wheelbarrow token from the board without much fuss, for now he could openly speak to Galinda. Galinda wasn’t particularly interested in maintaining a conversation with Boq. Especially after the blonde drew a Grimmerie card that instructed her to leave Oz in a balloon. This took her out of the game too, with Nessa and Fiyero buying her properties from her. Eventually, after a few more anti-climactic trips around the board, Elphaba slid the top-hat token into the emerald city and laid her cards down on the board.

“I win.” the green girl stated simply.

Fiyero, who hadn’t been paying much attention to Elphaba’s gameplay since Nessarose had put him in prison, looked at her in surprise. “What? Already?” he asked.

“Already? Fiyero, we’ve been playing for hours,” Nessarose reminded. “It’s about time.” the younger Thropp sister said, smiling at Elphaba. “Well done, Fabala. I knew your head wasn’t full of straw.” Nessa teased.

“I think mine might be after that.” Fiyero stated. 

Galinda yawned. “I’m going to bed.” the blonde mumbled, standing up and making her way to the bathroom. 

“She’s going to fall asleep doing her night routine.” Elphaba mused, watching the blonde walk away.

“We should be going,” Nessa stated. “Boq?” Nessa nudged the Munchkin. “What? Oh, yes, we should be going.” Boq stumbled to his feet, aiding Nessa back into her chair. “Goodnight Fabala, Fiyero.” Nessa smiled before turning and wheeling out of the dormitory. Boq nodded at them before following behind Nessarose.

Elphaba began to tidy up the board and Fiyero joined her, sweeping the pieces haphazardly back into the box. “Yero.” Elphaba scolded lightly. “Yes, Fae?” he asked innocently. 

“You’re going to lose more pieces if you do it like that.” she stated, looking at him. “You mean like this?” Fiyero asked, pulling something from his pocket, pressing the object into her hand. 

Elphaba looked down at her palm, and quickly looked back up at him. “Are you serious?” she asked, narrowing her eyes at him. Fiyero grinned. “I wanted you to see that you didn’t need luck.” he shrugged, returning to pack away the remainder of the game. The green girl looked back to the cat token that laid in her hand. “You knew? About the lucky charm?” she asked, almost shyly. Fiyero turned his gaze back to her. “Of course I knew. You’re not exactly subtle, Fae.” He shook his head. 

Elphaba smiled softly. “I didn’t think anyone would notice,” she replied, brushing her thumb against the metal token before placing it carefully back into the box. “It was just nice to have something lucky.” she sighed.

Fiyero chuckled, drawing her to him. “You don’t need luck to win this game. Just a brain.” he said, smiling sweetly.

“A brain like yours?” Elphaba asked and Fiyero raised his brow in confusion. “Full of straw.” the green girl clarified, a sly smile on her face.

“Yeah, exactly,” Fiyero grinned at her. “My straw brain is far superior. It’s why I let you win. I had no real competition.” he replied mischievously and Elphaba rolled her eyes at him. “Get stuffed, Yero.” she huffed before smiling again. Fiyero laughed, pulling her closer and kissing her sweetly. 

“Rematch?” he murmured as they pulled away. Elphaba’s laugh filled the room, and in that moment, the Winkie prince decided that forever losing at Ozopoly might not be so bad.