#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

[nightcorecarseatheadrest]

Hadestown au for nobody other than me

[anime-villian-irl]

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

[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.

[spamton-speaks-to-me-actually]

Elpheba,one day when she had one too many Mimosas and Dorothy& Co pissed her off too much that day:

I've come to make an announcement: Dorothy Gale's a bitch-ass motherfucker, she dropped her house on my fucking sister. That's right, she took her tacky, shabby midwestern house and she dropped it on my fucking sister and then,not happy,the cunt stole her shoes-

[awhitewomansinstagram]

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

[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,

[iztopher]

almost treat you right (a nessa/boq fanmix)

a collaboration between myself, @patron-saints and @summerwoodsmoke !

listen on spotify / listen on youtube

wavy - dylan rockoff don’t i almost treat you right? / don’t i satisfy you half the time?

i had some help - post malone & morgan wallen it takes two to break a heart in two / baby, you blame me and, baby, i blame you

the moon will sing - the crane wives we could have had anything, anything else / instead, you hoarded all that's left of me

are we done yet? - vérité i know i shouldn’t have to choose / blood on my hands, blood on my shoes

bitter and sick - one two let’s burn the other end / with no end in sight

about today - the national how close am i / to losing you?

alone/with you - daughter you and i were once friends / now you're only an acquaintance

set me free - the chicks you’ve taken enough from me / untangle me from your lifeline

it took me by surprise - maria mena i’ve pushed this man as far as he could go / but he lacked the words to let me know

no children - the mountain goats you are coming down with me / hand in unlovable hand

doomsday - lizzy mcalpine the death of me was so quiet / no friends and family allowed

[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 💋💘🫧

[love2write2626]

Forever in The Shadows of Oz: Chapter 2

Read Chapter 1 HERE

“Fiyero” His name was the first thing that escaped me when my eyes opened. Disoriented, I quickly realized that I was in bed – but not Our bed. This bed was different and familiar all at once. How is that even possible. Blinking a few times I let my vision adjust to the light coming in through the windows.

This isn’t our cottage

I bolted up, my heart beating so fast it felt like it was going to leap from my chest. I scanned my surroundings. It didn’t take long to realize where I was. My small bed tucked away in the corner of a room. Hidden behind nothing but pink frilly dresses, and piles and piles of pink boxes. I stood up and walked around and saw another bed on the other side of the room. With a pink comforter. A chest of drawers with nothing but makeup and other accessories that I would never use… but I know who would.

“This is… Shiz” I whispered. But how?

I continued to look around the room, I started walking around running my hand over the furniture. I stopped in front of the balcony door that still had the shatter in it from day one in our shared dorm room. I am swept with memories of this place. Glinda, Nessa, Fiyero…

“Fiyero” I whispered again. Where was he? Was he here? He had to be… I mean there’s no way only I came back. Right? No that’s not possible, we were holding hands when I did the spell he had to of transported too. Deep breaths.

“Think Elphaba” Ok, I guess the first thing to figure out is the date. I scanned the room slowly looking for a calendar. My eyes went wide. This was only my 3rd day at Shiz… Fiyero isn’t meant to be here for another week… assuming he is here – stop that of course he is he has to be.

I sat on the ground trying to wrap my head around everything. Ok, so I cast a spell to turn Yero back into a human… and I sent us back in time.

“He’s Human” I mumbled since I sent us back, that means he is human. I smiled brightly He is alive again, whole, the way he is meant to be. I felt tears in the corner of my eyes, from the joy running through me. He will be so happy, I mean…. Suddenly I am hit with a horrible feeling.

What if he doesn’t remember me. The joy suddenly left my body, what if since I cast the spell I was able to keep my memories. I want to throw up, and I am suddenly glad I am already sitting down because the room starts to spin.

What if I am a total stranger to him? What if, to him, none of it ever happened – our love, our life, our sacrifices? What if I am stuck here alone and doomed to face this strange, familiar past without him?

“I can’t” I whispered, my voice cracking under the weight of the fear. “I can’t go through this again, at least not without him.” I take a few deep breaths, trying to calm myself. I decided to think of some positives of this happening 1. Fiyero is human 2. Nessa is alive 3. Doctor Dillamond 4. We get the chance to re-do everything. How does that even work.

Is it even possible to change anything in the past? Or are we doomed to just repeat. No, I am going to fix everything, but first I need to wait for him

“Yero please get here as soon as you can, I need you”

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"Elphaba” I groan, as I wake up. Oz my head is pounding. What happened? I opened my eyes and shoot up when I quickly realize I am not in our comfy cottage that we have called home for the past year. No, I am in my old bedroom at the Vinkus.

I groan again when the pounding in my head continues. I went to put my hand on my forehead when I stopped. I noticed my hand. I brought it to my face gasped, before getting out of bed and running over to the mirror.

“She did it” I mumbled looking over at my now human self. Then a thought hit me If I’m here where is she? Is she here, then I am hit with a horrible thought. What if she transported me back in order for me to be human again and she was left alone. The pounding in my head I had forgotten quickly returned, and I felt like I was going to be sick.

I promised I would never leave her alone again. I can’t, I don’t think I can go on without her. She had to of come back with me. I just have to find her, that’s all. I jumped when I heard the door swing open. I stand in shock when I see my mother standing there. My mouth drops

“Good you’re awake, you need to get dressed if…” I cut her off by hugging her tightly. My parents and I always had a very complicated relationship. I never wanted to take life seriously, I honestly didn’t care to be king but I unfortunately did not have a choice in the matter as I was their only child. We had many many fights. Most of the time I said horrible things, things I definitely didn’t mean. “Fiyero are you feeling ok?”

“Better than ever” I mumbled

“Son, I thought you were mad at me” She had pulled away from me searching my face as if something was wrong.

“No, not at all” I said quickly stepping back

“Well if I remember correctly, you told me last night if I made you go to Shiz University you would never speak to me again” My heart started racing

“Shiz?” I whispered my heart skipped a beat

“Yes, remember the school you start next week… since you got kicked out of another one” She’s there she has to be. A surge of hope runs through my body.

“Fae” I said, the thought of seeing her again as me… the real me. I will be able to hold her and kiss her and… My face breaks out into a wide grin  and started running around the room getting dressed.

“What is a Fae? Fiyero are you sure you are feeling, ok?” she asked with concern

“Yes, I um” I have to come up with something quickly “I thought about what you said, you are right I do need to take school more seriously. I want to start school this week.” She looked shocked

“I guess, I can tell the guards to get the carriage ready but”

“No” I said suddenly

“I want to take Feldspur” I said. I know for a fact that I can get there in half the time.

“Fiyero, that’s not very safe…” I walked over to her now dressed and ready to leave

“I’ll be fine, Mother,” I said with as much confidence as I could muster. Fully dressed now, I walked over and kissed her cheek. “I’ll see you later.”

Before she could protest, I bolted down the hall and made my way to the stables, where my horse awaited.

“Feldspur, I missed you, buddy,” I said, patting his sleek neck.

The horse turned his head toward me, his sharp, intelligent eyes glinting in the dim light of the stable. “Your Highness,” he replied in a mocking tone bowing his head a little

I grinned. Feldspur had always been a smartass. No wonder we got along so well.

“You up for a run?” I asked, already fitting him with his saddle.

“Anywhere, as long as it’s far from this stuffy stable.”

“It’s a bit far—two days�� ride,” I said cautiously, gauging his reaction.

He snorted and stomped a hoof, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Two days? We can be there tonight.”

A laugh bubbled out of me, the tension in my chest easing for the first time in ages. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

With the last buckle secured, I swung myself up into the saddle. Feldspur shifted under me, his muscles coiling with anticipation. As we charged out of the stables and into the open, cool wind rushed against my face. The familiar rhythm of Feldspur’s gallop reverberated beneath me, steady and strong.

“I’m on my way, Fae,” I whispered into the night, a promise carried on the wind as we disappeared into the horizon.