#fiyero fanfic

[wicked-barbie]

A Faint Memory

Wicked: Elphaba Thropp x fem!reader x Fiyero Tigelaar

Rating: Mature (Minors DNI)

WC: 1.8k 

Prompt: “What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, but something will eventually” ~ Momento Mori by Will Wood for @sweetspicybingo (Lyrical Bingo Collection)

Warnings: SPOILERS IF YOU’RE NOT FAMILIAR WITH HOW THE MUSICAL ENDS, polyamory, throuples, one sex scene, angst, blending of musical and book lore

Summary: You, Fiyero, and Elphaba are inseparable, even in “death”

“Don’t sacrifice your lives for me. I’m not worth it!” Elphaba screamed.

“You’re wrong about that. You’re absolutely worth it,” Fiyero grinned, turning on the boyish charm that made Elphaba’s emerald lips twitch into a small smile.

“I’d much rather be on your side than continue to feed into the lies,” you said, reaching for her hand as Fiyero reached for the other. You had been wary of the Prince the moment he entered Shiz and questioned his allegiance when he became Commander of the Guards and engaged to Glinda, but he had since proven his worth.

“I’m not worth it,” she whispered, gripping onto you and Fiyero, overwhelmed by the power she possessed.

Fiyero gathered her against his chest while you curled against her back, keeping her cocooned safely in between.

“One day, you’ll see your worth,” you whispered into her ear as one of Fiyero’s hands rested against your bicep.

“You’ve got us seeing through different eyes, Elphie,” Fiyero smiled, gazing at you from over her shoulder.

“We’ve fallen under your spell and wouldn’t want it any other way.”

From then on, the three of you were inseparable. 

You leaned against the tree trunk, resting your cheek against the scratchy bark as you watched Fiyero and Elphaba converse. Her hand tenderly cupped his face, pushing a dark lock of hair out of his eyes. It warmed your heart, making it thud in your chest as you took in the sight of them. You would die for either of them.

“What are you doing over there? Come and join us,” Fiyero called out when he spotted you.

Elphaba turned, offering you a sweet smile and pulling you to sit between the two of them. You had never imagined yourself in a trio, but now you couldn’t imagine your life any other way. Shiz had brought the three of you close together, and now you were on the run. The Wizard had painted Elphaba, the villain, and Glinda had been drawn into his grasp by Morrible’s promises of grandeur and sorcery skills. It caused Fiyero to break off their engagement and join you and Elphaba on the lam.

“The stars are beautiful tonight,” you whispered, dropping your head onto Fiyero’s shoulder. Elphaba stretched out, resting her head in your lap as you toyed with her hair.

“This might be our last night together. We should make the most of it,” Fiyero smirked, slipping a finger under your chin before kissing you. You melted against his warm lips, which tasted of caramel.

“Don’t be selfish,” Elphaba teased, taking hold of your face and guiding you towards her. Her mouth tasted like spun sugar, yet a spice lingered against your tongue.

“We should make the most of it,” you purred, drawing them closer.

Clothing was shed as the three lay bare beneath the moonlight, shaded by the spiraling trees. Fiyero’s mouth was hot against your shoulder as you held Elphaba’s back against your chest, rolling her breasts between your hands. Magic was thick in the air, the leaves and grass rustling as you all pulled closer together, losing track of where one ended and the other began. Elphaba’s fingers stretched you wide before Fiyero’s cock filled you. Elphaba’s arousal dripped into your mouth as she sat astride your face as Fiyero lay between your splayed thighs.

Your fingers traced over the blue diamonds inked on Fiyero’s chest, marveling at their design as you unwound from the high.

“Prince Fiyero and my witchy Fabala,” you giggled. Elphaba’s arms snaked around your waist as she shook with laughter, her delight bleeding into yours.

Fiyero rolled his eyes but merely smiled, allowing you and Elphie to enjoy the little inside joke before the three of you fell asleep under the forest canopy.

~~

Eleka nahmen nahmen ah tum ah tum eleka nahmen

Elphaba’s chanting echoed through the castle walls as she tried to make sense of this spell.

“I don’t know what I’m doing. I don’t know what I’m saying. I think I’m killing him,” Elphaba sobbed, tears streaming down her green cheeks as she tripped over the words of the spell.

You drew her tear-stained face into your hands. “I will go to the poppy fields and see for myself. He may very well be alive.”

“If he is, do not return. Go and be safe. I have too much blood on my hands already,” she sobbed.

“Dillamond and Nessa were not your fault! Please don’t blame yourself for them,” you begged, drawing her heaving form closer to you.

“I ruin everything I touch,” she whispered, her tears soaking your skin.

“He’s alive. I just know it,” you murmured hopefully. “The three of us will be reunited. Just wait and see.”

You kissed her damp lips before bidding her farewell and mounting Feldspar. Air burned your lungs as you gripped the reigns, Feldspar galloping toward the poppy fields. Fiyero’s head was slumped, still secured to the post the Guards had tied him to. You felt your heart breaking.

“Please don’t be dead, please don’t be dead,” you whispered.

Once you dismounted, you approached his limp form with trepidation. A murder of crows circled overhead but left his body unbothered. You covered your mouth as you took in his changed appearance, realizing Elphaba’s spell hadn’t gone quite right but had kept him alive.

“Fiyero,” you whispered, stroking his cheek, which no longer possessed the healthy glow of human flesh but resembled a weather-beaten, faded burlap sack. When he opened his eyes, they were still a dazzling blue, sending a warmth fluttering through your chest. 

“You’re here,” he whispered.

“Come now, let’s get you down from there,” you said softly, untying him and balancing his gaunt body against you. Sparse locks of dark hair clung to his smooth head.

“Feldspar,” Fiyero grinned, his lips cracked like straw when he saw his horse.

“It is good to see you, old friend,” Feldspar whinnied, bowing his head.

“He can still talk?” Fiyero asked in surprise.

“He can. We’ve kept him free from the Wizard’s clutches,” you smiled, guiding him to balance against a Quoxwood tree. His clothing was torn and tattered, and you murmured a spell to repair a few of the larger rips.

“And Fae? How is our Fabala?” he questioned softly, using the terms of endearment he had bestowed upon her.

“Frustrated, she cast a spell to protect you but believed it killed you in the process,” you explained, drawing his hand into yours. His fingers were longer and spindly and felt rough like bark beneath your touch.

He hung his head. “I fear I’m not much to look at anymore.”

“Hush now,” you tutted, stepping closer to cup his face and pressing your lips to his.

“Do you think she’ll be happy to see me?” he croaked.

“Yes, but she doesn’t want us to return to her. I might have a plan. However, I’ll need your help if you’re willing.”

“Anything to help my ladies,” he smiled, his thin lips stretching, oddly endearing him further to you.

You beckoned a slick black crow, delighted to discover the animal still possessed the power of speech, and whispered a message in his ear before sending him Elphaba’s way. You slipped a gold coin between his beak in gratitude for his service. Hope surged in your chest as the corvid soared through the trees. You helped Fiyero onto Feldspar as the three of you found cover in the forest as you awaited Elphaba’s reply. The two of you warmed by the fire as you tied a few broken sticks together, reciting a spell to turn into a hat for Fiyero to cover his head. Now, both your loves possessed a unique hat.

Two days later, the crow returned, repeating Elphaba’s response.

“It’s now or never. We need to find that Dorothy,” you told Fiyero.

You could see the hesitation in his eyes, the blue glow slowly dulling and becoming eclipsed in a darker hue. You gently gripped his hand, careful of how fragile he was now, and stroked your thumb over a long, spindled finger.

“She’s agreed. She knows we aren’t betraying her. We are setting a trap. Then we can all run away together, and we will be just a distant memory in Oz,” you reminded him, and he nodded.

It made you sick to hear the Ozians calling for Elphaba’s head and how twisted they made her appear. An acrid taste swirled in your mouth, but you steadied on, ensuring Fiyero slipped into the company of the young Kansas girl and planted the rumor that water would ensure the death of the Wicked Witch of the West. When the time came, Fiyero escaped during the ruckus, and the two of you lay in wait while Dorothy tossed the bucket of water onto Elphaba. You had to admit that Elphaba put on a good show, yelling and screeching,

“I'm melting, melting. Ohhhhh, what a world, what a world. Destroy my beautiful wickedness!”

Smoke hissed around her as she made it appear as if she were indeed melting into a puddle, using her cloak to conceal her body slipping beneath a trapped door. She left her hat behind; thus, the Wicked Witch of the West was dead. Good had triumphed over evil. As the celebration ran through the Emerald City, you and Fiyero went to collect Elphaba. Tears of joy streamed down her face as she wrapped her arms around Fiyero’s neck.

“Oh, am I hurting you?” she sniffled.

“Not a bit,” he smiled, wrapping his thin arms around her and pulling her close.

The declarations rang high through the air.

The Witch of the West is dead

The wickedest witch there ever was

The enemy of all of us here in Oz is dead

“I can’t believe either of you can stand to look at me,” Fiyero admitted as the three of you prepared to leave Oz for good.

“For goodness sake, I think I’ve proven that appearances don’t bother me because I see the person for what they are inside,” you stated, stamping your foot for good measure.

“She’s right about that, and I’m not one to judge either,” Elphaba smiled. She turned to face you, reaching for your hand, and you noticed the look in her jade eyes.

“She can’t know, Fabala. Glinda has to believe you and Fiyero are dead,” you whispered, squeezing her hand.

“We will all find our way together in the West, far, far away from here,” Fiyero said.

“We can never return,” Elphaba whispered.

“It doesn’t matter to me, so long as I have both of you,” you smiled.

“I suppose that is all we need,” Elphaba agreed, taking the time to kiss you and Fiyero deeply.

“Away we go, my loves,” Fiyero smiled.

And so you went: off to a new land, a new adventure, and leaving the past behind. Faux deaths offered a chance for rebirth, a new start, and perhaps a more understanding land where none of you would be judged or despised—a magical resurgence.

[auroracalisto]

with all the power in oz

movie!fiyero x gn!reader, 2.2k words summary: the reader, rather anxious and studious, finds their self head-over-heels with none other than fiyero, supposed boyfriend to galinda upland. to placate this, they somewhat agree to meet him at the ozdust ballroom. a/n: YOU pronouns are used to address the reader, but there is no usage of y/n. just watched the movie today. tried to find a fic, couldn't. here I am writing one instead. reader worries a lot. so me. you're welcome. also, I'm going into this blind. I have unfortunately never seen the actual musical (downsides to living in the middle of nowhere) so I'm only going off based on wikis and the movie. it should be gn as I read through it like... five different times, but please let me know if I missed something!

Breathtaking. That's what he was. But could you truly refer to a man like him as breathtaking?

The very features that graced his face were absolutely mesmerizing, and you felt like a fool watching him at times. How could you not? He seemed so full of life, so full of... well, not a care in the world, really. It was as if he brushed everything off of his shoulders without hesitation.

You could only wished you were the same way.

No cares, no worries. How lovely that would have been.

No, you hold onto the things that happen to you as if you have no other way to live. You hold grudges, you think over things that happened years ago that no one could possibly remember.

For someone who wished to be a sorcerer, you had a hard time simply letting things go. Your emotions often got the better of you, even when you knew better. Even when you wished it could be the opposite. But perhaps that was the way of the world.

Not a man in Oz could tell you otherwise.

Books in hands, you crossed the path to your dormitory, brows cinched together in mild concentration.

You had a project in your history class, and an extensive paper to complete on the study of mathematics—of all the things you could have had, a paper in mathematics. You'd rather perform magic in front of the entire student body, but you couldn't.

As you walked, you heard your name come from behind you. Eyes flicker back, a soft frown on your lips. You see him—Fiyero. The one fool you meant to avoid with all the gumption within you.

You'd melt just being near him.

"Fiyero," you softly greet.

He gave you a charming smile, coming up to walk with you. "Heading back already?" he asked.

"I am."

"Working on the project, hm? We could work on it together if you'd like. I'm sure our minds could do wonders," he said, a playful wink coming from him.

"I'm fine," you simply said.

He blinked slowly, but his smile never wavered. "Come now," he said, your name leaving his lips rather sweetly. "Surely you're not going to spend the rest of your evening alone. Why don't you come to Ozdust tonight?"

You looked back at him, frowning. "Ozdust. Me. I don't think so, Fiyero."

"And why not? I'm sure you'd be as dashing as ever."

You stopped in your steps, eyes searching his for but a moment. "Dashing. Are you in earnest, Fiyero?"

"Yes," he said, smiling.

"And what of Galinda? You'll be with her. Why invite me?"

"She doesn't need to know. It's not her business," he said. "Besides, she will be busy with Elphaba. I'd much rather spend time with you."

"And I think you're just pulling my leg," you said defensively. You crossed your arms over your chest, careful to keep your books close.

"Pulling your leg? I haven't even touched you," he said, a cheeky grin on his lips. "Come now, don't play coy. You should come."

"And if I do?"

"Then I'll be quite happy."

You rolled your eyes and went to walk away.

A hand wrapped around your bicep, and you paused, glancing over your shoulder at him.

His eyes widened a bit and he dropped his hand, albeit hesitantly. Perhaps he didn't think he would actually reach out to you. He cleared his throat.

"I really would like you to be there. You'll have the time of your life."

"The time of my life," you repeated. "I don't think you realize how much I dread parties."

"Have you ever been to one?"

"No."

"Then how do you know you dread them?"

"I just know," you said. "I feel it in my bones. I know going will just get on my nerves."

He scoffed, placing his hands on his hips. "I think you're foolish for that," he said. "Come on. What are you losing? A couple hours to work on a project that you know you could finish in a morning session? You'll be fine. Come to the Ozdust tonight. I'll show you a good time."

You clenched your jaw. "I don't want—"

"—I would like you to be there. That is all. I won't ask again." He gave you another small smile before he looked away. "I'll see you around. Perhaps tonight?"

You stared him down. He would like to see you there? Was he being honest? And what of Galinda? Would he be going behind her back? Wasn't he madly in love with her, or something? Or was it the other way around?

He said your name once more, and you looked up at him, letting out a soft sigh.

"Right. Perhaps tonight," you softly said.

The smile on his lips was rather... hopeful than anything else. There wasn't anything smarmy by it. He seemed as genuine as the glint in his eye—the one he used when he spoke with anyone he trusted. At least, you hoped so.

The night came quickly as you finished up your outfit—one you would hope you didn't look completely foolish in. The color you chose seemed to fit well with almost anything, but you still worried. You always worried about something.

Time was of the essence. You weren't even supposed to leave Shiz University's campus, but here you were, sneaking like some scoundrel.

Well, perhaps you were, listening to the requests of a man who already had a girlfriend—a fantastically beautiful one at that.

But you paid no mind. You did what you could, and soon, you found yourself walking down the steps of the Ozdust Ballroom.

Never had you been in a place like this. It was almost... breathtaking, had it not been for the overpowering smells of perfume and some kind of drink wafting from the bar. Your eyes flitted from patron to patron until you finally spotted him—Fiyero.

He looked just as handsome as ever.

Good Oz, what in the world were you doing? This was foolish.

You took a step back, staring at Fiyero for a moment as he spoke with another man, drink in hand. You needed to leave. This was ridiculous. You were ridiculous! Never in a thousand years would you ever imagine yourself to do such a thing—

"You made it!"

Fiyero's voice rang out above the music.

You look to him, eyebrows furrowed in frustration. Because of course he saw you as soon as you had decided to leave.

Fiyero smiled and made his way to you, taking your hands in his, drink left with the confused man behind him. Surely he didn't just up and leave in the middle of his conversation.

You part your lips and go to speak, but to your dismay, Fiyero is instant.

"I was afraid you had changed your mind," he said. "You look ravishing, darling."

Your eyes widened. Ravishing? You'd been called many things in your life, but never ravishing.

"Galinda couldn't make it?" you asked.

"Wha—no, she couldn't. But what of it? I didn't ask her to the Ozdust, I asked you. I'm glad to see your face."

Warmth blossomed in your cheeks as you watched him. "Fiyero, please... I shouldn't be here."

"Oh, nonsense," he said, grinning all the while. "Come. Dance with me."

"But I don't—"

"—do not say you don't dance. I can teach you."

"Teach me?"

"It's as easy as breathing," he said.

"For you, maybe, but not for—"

"—humor me," he said, smiling.

You pursed your lips. Of course he had to give you that charming smile and the sweet bat of his eyelashes.

"I do not dance," you repeated.

"I think I will be the judge of that."

He grabbed your hands once more and pulled you out into the ballroom floor, smiling all the while.

"You'll be a natural. I can just see it."

"I feel like if I were a natural, you wouldn't have to teach me," you said, gasping as he pulled you close to his chest. His face was dangerously close to yours, his eyes flickering from your eyes to your lips.

"You know," he began, eyes flickering back to your eyes. "We all start somewhere, do we not? You should know that better than anyone."

"What? What does that—"

He interrupted you by spinning you by your arm, back into his embrace. The music was rather ambient, not quite one for dancing so enthusiastically, but Fiyero embraced it. Hand to your hand, face close to your face.

"See? A natural."

"You merely spun me around, Fiyero. Do not be foolish."

"You could have fell flat on your face," he said, a boyish grin evident on his lips.

"Stop looking at me like that," you defiantly said. "You are far too close to me for my liking."

"Oh, feisty, are we?" he asked, moving his body along to the music and forcing you to go along, too. You nearly stepped on his toes several times. "I do not think there is anything wrong with the way I'm looking at you. You're rather breathtaking, if I may."

Breathtaking. The same way you had described him only hours before. He wasn't a mind reader, was he?

No.

Of course not. That was foolish. He was merely a man. Nothing of great importance—no power within him other than the power he held in every single eyelash as they batted down at you, making you melt over and over again.

"What of Galinda?" you repeated.

"What of her?"

"You shouldn't be calling someone who isn't yours breathtaking. It's quite..."

"There is nothing wrong with admiring the beauty in front of me," he said, your name playfully leaving his tongue. "Look at me. Galinda and I are only friends."

You rolled your eyes. "Do not lie to me."

His eyes widened a bit. "Lie? I do not lie. We are friends and nothing more. Though I do believe she thinks differently..."

"She must," you said, huffing softly.

"But that does not make it true. I have eyes for someone else."

"Eyes for someone else?"

He tilted his head once more. He was rather endearing when he did that.

"Who did I ask to their very first party?" he asked, smiling. "It's quite a feat, isn't it? Afraid you wouldn't show, and then you do, questioning me and everything I stand for, hm?"

Warmth found its way to your cheeks once more. You looked away from him. With the crescendo of the music, Fiyero pulled you closer, fingers lacing with yours. His lips hover dangerously close to yours.

"You know, if you would just give it a chance, perhaps you and I could make some magic of our own."

You let out a curt laugh. "You—oh, good Oz, I hope you never use that line on anyone! Has that worked for you before?"

He gave a cheeky smile. "It seems like it's working on you."

"Absolutely not!"

"Not even a little!"

"No!"

His smile only seemed to grow. "Truly?"

You looked away, swallowing thickly. "I mean... no. Not even a little. Not at all."

"You're lying," he said.

"I am not."

"I do think I know what I'm talking about," he said, leaning forward and pressing a soft kiss to the soft skin of your cheek. "Come now," he said. "Stop with the lies."

You looked up at him, a soft huff escaping you.

"Fine. I lied. It may or may not be working. But it's not just because of what you said."

"Oh? Are you saying you like me for more than my suave words?"

"Suave words? Who in Oz said they were suave?"

He just smiled, his eyes flickering to your lips once more. "Do you think instead of just a dance, I could try something more?"

"Try what?"

"I think you know."

You blinked slowly at him, your fingers gently gripping onto his tunic. Your lips part in mild surprise, but you realize that you shouldn't have been. He'd been eyeing you the entire evening.

"Very well," you softly said.

"Wonderful," he replied, and in a swift motion, he pressed his lips to yours. It was short as he pulled back almost as soon as he had kissed you, but it was enough to keep you wanting more.

"Fiyero, that wasn't—"

"—come with me," he softly said, lacing his fingers with yours once more. "Somewhere without so many prying eyes, yes?"

Your answer was almost instant: "Yes."

Fiyero led you back up the staircase, and he didn't look back once at the ballroom.

"Where are we going?" you asked.

"Somewhere where I can see you and only you," he said. "If that's alright."

"Oh," you softly said. "Yes. That's alright."

"Then follow me," he said. "Do you trust me?"

You smiled sincerely for one of the first times in the evening. Did you trust him? What kind of foolish question was that? If you had the chance, you'd do whatever he'd ask of you. You found your answer rather quickly, knowing within yourself that it was far truer than any other statement you had ever uttered.

"With all the power in Oz."

[boypied]

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pairings: fiyero tigelaar x male reader

summary: a love story blooms when fiyero does a simple act of kindness by helping a fellow peer out.

requested by: me ;)

mentions: strangers to friends, flirting.

[part two] [part three] - coming soon

He was the most sought-after guy at Shiz University. He had practically all the girls all over him aswell as the majority of the guys, whether they would willingly admit it or not. Because of his popularity status and your lack of time, he never really noticed you or even looked your way...atleast that is what you thought. You hadn't said one word to him during your first semester at Shiz but you had completely fallen head over hills for him, and you were now too far gone. So what if he was completely full of himself and possibly a bit of a snob? You could tell it was all just an act, but somehow no one else could cause they weren't looking at him for who he was they were looking at him for how he presented himself.

You were running through the Shiz University halls one fateful day as you woke up late, completely sleeping through your personalised ozian alarm clock. You are speeding through until you trip on someone's banana peel skidding across the floor and all your textbooks going flying. You swiftly get up off your face, and you begin picking up all of your books, praying that no one had seen this horrifically embarrassing moment. In the corner of your eye, you see someone strut over and kneel down to give you their hand as you manage to gather all of your textbooks off the floor. You take the kind gentlemen hand and you look up to thank him until you turn a bright shade of red when your eyes meet with Fiyero's.

"F-Fiy..." You try to stutter out, but his name won't leave your mouth. He shakes your hand. "Fiyero Tigelaar," he says confidently as he takes some of the textbooks from your grasp, "you do know we don't have class today.. right?" He says softly as he begins walking back to the dorm area of Shiz. You immediately begin following next to him, practically lost for words that he would even look your way, let alone help you out. He stops outside your dorm room and turns around to face you, "keys?" He asks in a soft tone your eyes meet with his for a moment until you break the gaze and hand him the keys. "Wait... how did you know -" You begin talking for a moment before Fiyero cuts you off, walking inside your bedroom and dropping your books down on your desk, causing a big thud.

This was just the beginning for you both. Over the course of a couple of weeks, Fiyero began to capture little cute moments of you with his Shiz camera that he stole from the photography section of the Univeristy. He still hadn't caught on to the fact that you were in love with him. You tried not to focus on how you felt about him cause simply that this was just enough. His acknowledging you was everything you ever needed. He had a surprise for you that had your stomach in knots thinking about what it could entail. He had his thick veiny hands on your shoulders as he had you blindfolded walking through some sort of grassy area. You could tell by the feeling of the tall grass against your legs.

The feeling of the grass against your legs stopped as you step forward once more, "are you ready" he whispers in your ear feeling his hot breath against your ear made your body shudder beneath his touch, he doesn't understand what he does to you. "I-Im ready," you stutter out nervously as Fiyero practically pulls you down onto some sort of velvety blanket. Light blesses your eyes as he unties the blindfold once it's finally dropped off your face. The first thing to grace your sight is Fiyero..his beautiful blue orbs, the ones that captured you originally were staring right into yours. A small smile on his face as he pulled away from your face, revealing a picnic he had set up for you, away from Shiz University.

Your eyes fill up with tears, and Fiyero immediately leans over the food to get closer to comfort you, "d-did I do something wrong?" He says in a worried tone, but you just laugh through your tears, shaking your head. "No! Not at all, just... no one has ever made me feel like this before." You stutter out as Fiyero's smile brightens you up again as he gently rubs your shoulder sitting down properly again. "I like this spot...it's so quiet and away," Fiyero says in a soft tone as he takes a strawberry and bites it. He looks out into the beautiful corn field ahead of us seeing the Scarecrow that watches over the crops. He brings the half eaten strawberry to your lips. "Take a bite," he says in a soft, quiet tone.

You lean forward slightly, taking a bite out of the same strawberry he has been eating, the mixture of the strawberry with a small portion of his spit was to die for. This is the closest you'll get to kissing him is what ran through your mind, the closest you'll get to tasting him. You swallow the strawberry after savouring the flavour for a strange amount of time but not enough for it to cause Fiyero to become concerned. He watches the way your face fills with pleasure as you swallow the strawberry. He softly nibbles his lip, watching you. You both ate like kings and packed up everything, "sad this is over," you say to him as you turn to face Fiyero. He turns his head slightly to look down, "Don't worry... who says I'm not planning another picnic as we speak." He says as confidence practically drips off him.

You begin walking through the tall, tall grass, feeling it brush against you both. The sun shines on you both perfectly as you stop to face it, this is the moments that are in all those romantic books you read. Golden hour covering your faces, amongst nature and a gentle breeze blowing your hair perfectly. You both lock eyes and Fiyero subconsciously puts his picnic basket on the floor without breaking the eye contact, the tension between you both would be able to be cut with a knife. Fiyero's hands connect to your cheeks as his thumb rubs your smooth supple skin he leans down slightly and connects your lips together.

The world was spinning, all the stars has aligned. You had never felt his fire inside of you before as Fiyero's lips connected to yours, you get up on your tiptoes and wrap your arms around his neck pulling his lips closer to yours. Your bodies pressing against one another, the kiss passionate and beautiful. Fiyero pulls away softly to meet your gaze as a strip of spit still connects your lips, a faint blush crosses over both your cheeks. "Fiyero..." You mumble out in a soft tone as you take his hands, a panic stretches visibly across his face as he pulls away "uh-" is all he can mutter out "sorry I've got to go!" He blurts out in a panic as he scoops up his basket and runs off through the tall grass back to Shiz University.

You eyes follow him as he runs off in a panic, the sun begins to set and the grass darkens as you stand there still frozen in shock about the whole thing. You had the best and first kiss of your life and then Fiyero panicked and ran off, you slowly walk back to Shiz, slumped over and shy you walk back to your dorm room to find that your door is already unlocked and open, your eyes widen as you slowly walk inside. "F-Fiyero?!" You say in shock as he sits there on your bed with tears streaming down his face, "I'm so sorry!" He repeats himself over and over again between sobs as he stands up to walk over to you, you pull him into your warm embrace "shh...it's okay" you whisper to him aswell as sweet nothings to try and calm him down.

Fiyero snuggles his face against your neck, leaning down to make sure he can. His tear soaked face soaked your neck, you slowly manage to sit you both down on the bed where you comfort him and he tells you why he ran off. "I wasn't expecting us to kiss... I didn't even know I liked- ... I can't say it" he says nervously and embarrassed, you softly smile at him as you take in what he's just said as you gently caress his arm, your hand gently wipes a tear from his cheek. "You don't need to label yourself, just...like who you like" you whisper softly to him as his eyes lighten up slightly and his sniffles quiet down. His hand gently caresses your cheek once again like when you were both in the tall grass, "y/n..." He says in a quiet voice "I...like you" he mumbles out softly as his thumb traces along your bottom lip.

"I've liked you for a while now Fiyero" you openly confess to him as he leans in and gently pecks his lips against yours, both pulling away and smiling softly at eachother. Fiyero pulls you into his warm embrace as he gently caresses your cheek and then running his hand through your hair. "Can we stay like this?" You say softly to him as your face is in his chest as he lays back against your bed, "yes...I'd like that" he say to you as he closes his eyes and enjoys knowing that you there for him, enjoying your warmth, enjoying your presence.

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[callmefirefly]

With Wicked being released in a week, I can practically smell all the Fiyero fan fics that are about to get written because of it. We’re all about to get fed and I am so here for it

[rwbyangst12]

I would like a fanfiction that combines the original premise of Oz with Dorothy being a young child (8-12 since it's her book ages and her movie age) and instead of 1900 it's like in the original book it's 1939 and Wicked. Dorothy is worried for aunty Em and Uncle Henri because not only is it the Great Depression and part of the farmhouse is here with her but she's worried because they're have been talks of a potential war (the movie came out in August 25th and the war started in September 1st) but she's worried that her Uncle Henri might be drafted and her aunt might go with them cause what if they think she's dead)

While walking down the Yellow Brick Road Scarecrow asks why Dorothy keeps saying they need to ration they're things? Asks why she's so worried about food? Why is she so insistent on not buying a new dress? You've already re sewn and cleaned those same clothes for the past month. Boq is made of metal and has no clothes, the lion is a lion and therefore does not need clothes, and I'm a scarecrow I can't take my clothes off.

Down the road he begins to realise that this child isn't as okay and innocent as she seems with all of her skipping and dancing with the way she looks out the corner of her eye behind her pigtails or re checks her basket Incase they dropped anything.

Imagine because of all the interruptions, being attacked, the road itself, and then the wizard being a fraud she takes longer to get home. Perhaps instead of two-three months in Oz she's there for two-three years. The shoes don't work and Dorothy believes she's just killed two women even though it wasn't her fault at the time(Elphaba is alive but she's still in hiding with Fiyero) and got kidnapped and locked in a basement and almost burnt alive. She thinks that now she's never going to make it home. But you have fresh food and clothes here do you really want to go back. She can't help but think to herself before snapping out of it reminding herself of Aunty Em and Uncle Henri.

Or if Dorothy does make it home her Aunt and Uncle somehow end up sending her back because not only has World War ii begun but now that America is a part of it and Kansas was essentially a training ground for USAAF bombers and fliers so when she's back in Oz she looks for Fiyero or Galinda and Explains what happened.

Fiyero didn't know a potential war was on the horizon in Dorothy's home world. If he had known would he have sent her back or would he have kept her in Oz even if it was against her will. He takes her to Elphaba and explains what happened and they managed to reach out to Glinda and help give her a proper education, she gets taller thanks to a proper diet, she's at least somewhat healthy thanks to available medicine and hygiene products in Oz. She's lived longer than she thought she would have in Kansas and a lot longer than she thought she would have here in Oz. A LOT longer.

Also potential Dorzma and realising that Oscar Diggs is a name of a guy that went missing a few decades ago that her parents and guardians talked about with their families because this guy with a hot air balloon disappeared in a storm and no trace of him can be found. Obvious propaganda against a coloured women and a selective group of people because I believe Aunty Em not Uncle Henri would've raised her that way. She still wants to meet the wizard in hopes of going home but she's still suspicious because of how she was raised in this au.

[wickedtrio]

honestly the wicked thropple genuinely devastates me cause as much as they are made for each other, they equally are made to fall apart in tragedy. there is no happy ending with the three of them together, but there's also no happy ending that is without the three of them together. there’s no such thing as a happy ending that doesn’t include the three of them together, not for their characters and what they've searched for within each other throughout their stories. but that could never be, and there is no happy ending for them (and I don't know what came first in that circle of suck). and it all works to tell the story, sure, of a broken system that wears down the people trying to live and love and make things better. but, fuck, their "love triangle" is actually just a doomed ecosystem

[sweetgladesofhemlock]

We don’t talk about “booksical” Fiyero enough, like so many aspects of his character from the book (being a POC from a marginalized tribe, experiencing discrimination) give his character and relationship with Elphaba much more depth. But I feel like (especially in fics) people always treat musical and book Fiyero as completely separate characters, but honestly, giving the popular, jockish prince a background of racial discrimination and cultural assimilation could be SO interesting.

(might write a fic tbh)

[slut-and-falcon]

Wicked Fiyeraba Headcannons:

-Fiyero def sits on Elphaba’s lap

- they call each other Yero and Fae; after the Wicked Witch persona dies, they only go by Yero and Fae so less people will be able to tie them to the dead witch and the missing prince.

- one of Fiyero’s favorite activities is to have Elphaba read to him. He finds it very relaxing, and informative. (Fiyero has dyslexia and that why he doesn’t like reading himself- but dyslexia isn’t a diagnosis in Oz, it hasn’t been recogized)

- they take care of young orphaned Animals, and Fiyero got Elphaba an egg apron so she could put all the kittens/small Animals in the pockets while she was caretaking

- Fiyero likes to draw…he draws a lot of Elphaba (and the Animals, but mostly Elphaba)

- Fiyero likes to purchase Vinkun silk scarves for Elphaba. She uses some for practical embellments in her clothing- like as a belt, shawl or hair covering. Others she keeps as house clothes- like as a night shawl. There’s one though- black with red roses- that is only used during intimacy with Fiyero.

- Elphaba and Fiyero have really complex feelings about Glinda…she was Elphaba’s close and only friend for a while, but Fiyero helped Elphaba realize that Glinda treated her like crap (this is apart from not making the sacrifices to leave with Elphaba). Elphaba also had some romantic feelings towards Glinda, and does not know what to do with those feelings. Fiyero loved Glinda, but wasn’t in love with her. He is highly aware of her faults, but still misses her and feels bad for what happened. Both realize that Glinda was manipulated by the Wizard and Madam Morrible, but both also realize that only Glinda is responsible for Glinda’s actions. And can they forgive her for being an anti-Animal/Anti-Witch propaganda machine? For helping in orchestrating Nessa’s death, and creating a trap for Elphaba? They don’t know. Together, Elphaba and Fiyero write letters to Glinda that are then burned before being sent, allowing them to work through all of these feelings and trauma they have in relation to Glinda.

- Fiyero’s favorite thing todo to annoy Elphaba is to use her butt as a pillow. Elphaba hates it (but will tolerate it) and Fiyero loves it.

-Elphaba is very passionate about a lot of stuff, and has a habit of information dumping, even when it’s considered rude. Fiyero likes it, but has felt the need to coach Elphaba for when the time is appropriate to do so, after she accidentally offended Fiyero’s mother.

- Fiyero and Elphaba do the whole “3 taps means I Love You” thing

-Fiyero likes to comb/take care of Elphaba’s hair

- Fiyero is an addict, he got addicted to a ❄️-like ozian drug while in his rebellion/coping-with-being-royalty phase. He hasn’t always been completely honest with Elphaba about it, but he got clean when he joined the Gale Force. He still had carvings, especially with his chronic pain and stress, and he tries to be as honest as possible with Elphaba about his cravings. They both use 🍃 to deal with chronic pain and stress though, but in moderate amounts.

- After being tortured by the Gale Force- Fiyero develops Narceolpsey. It’s a learning curve for both him and Elphaba.

-Elphaba offered Fiyero an open relationship (not because she wanted one but because she thought he would be unhappy with just her, and the novelty would wear off). Fiyero refused (while he had been poly in the past, he refused because he knew Elphaba’s reasonings were based in her feeling inadequate and self conscious).

Hmm I’ll think of more

[writing-fanics]

As long as you’re mine

[wicked spoilers]

Fiyero x Reader

You didn't know if this was real or not, this had to be some illusion. Fiyero was dead, right? The Scarecrow that had been accompanying Dorothy, on her journey to the Emerald City. Is Fiyero?

His eyes landed on you and his face softened. He held out his hand towards you, and you slowly walked towards him.

You wrapped your arms around him, resting your head on his chest as tears began to flow. He held you close, placing a hand gently on the back of your head and slowly rocking you back and forth. After a moment, he pulled back and cupped your face in his hands, wiping away your tears. Then, he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.

He pressed his forehead against yours, you looked at home smiling softly. “I thought I’d lost you.” You sniffles, and he pulled you close holding you in his arms. He couldn't possibly imagine the pain and grief you experienced, when he “disappeared.”

“Let’s just stay like this a little longer,” you said, and he nodded, holding you like this for just a few more minutes. You smiled softly, nuzzling your head into his chest.

“Just for this moment.” You whispered, as you breathed in his familiar scent. You could still catch a faint wift of his favorite cologne. You smiled, nuzzling your head deeper. Causing him to smile, “And know I'll be here,” He said, placing his hand in your cheek.

“Holding you.”

“As long as you’re mine,” you both said, looking at each other before leaning in to passionately kiss.

[sukunasbow]

soooo wicked was amazing..absolute perfection. anyone have requests? (i am obsessed w galinda ofc!)

[cto10121]

“Fiyero + Fae, he wrote, in the flour that spilled when she rolled out a piecrust. (p. 191).

And thus Faeyero was born. Bless you, Gregory Maguire. May both sides of your pillowcase be ever cold.

[auroracalisto]

movie!fiyero x gn!reader, 365 words summary: life is so much simpler without a brain—no worries, no questioning the world around you. a/n: idk what this is. blame the peppermint mocha in my hand and gregory alan isakov.

"Life is so much simpler for those without a brain," hummed Fiyero, gentle hands brushing over the apples of your cheeks. His eyes flickered from yours to your lips, a subtle hitch catching his breath.

Oh, he adored you. More than life itself. But how could someone like him have what he wanted in a simple commoner like you? It simply wasn't possible.

You leaned against his hands, eyes flickering up to his. "I feel like you're being dramatic," you said. You turned your hand to his palm, pressing a soft kiss to the warm, calloused skin.

"I beg to differ," he said, a playful smile on his lips.

"But why? Having a brain gives you so many opportunities, Fiyero," you said. "Living without one is like... like living without a heart."

"Living without a heart," he said, a soft scoff escaping him. "If I lived without a brain, I'd still have my heart, darling. At least if I only had a heart, I wouldn't be debating on every little thing, hm? I'd be able to breathe for once without worry stabbing me in the back at every other stop."

Your eyes softened. "Oh," you softly said.

There it was. Worry.

"You worry, for what?"

He blinked slowly at you. You wouldn't simply let this go, would you?

"Well... I..."

For once, you had rendered him speechless—that didn't often happen. Typically, he had so much to say.

You gently grabbed his hand, eyes peering into his. "Fiyero," you softly said. "I will always listen. If there is something you worry about, talk to me. Don't wish away the one thing that I admire you for."

He snorted softly. "You admire my brain? Pink muscle and all?"

"I admire you," you said. "Without your brain, you wouldn't be my Fiyero, now would you?"

"Your Fiyero, hm?"

You smiled softly at his question. "Yes. My Fiyero."

He leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. "I don't wish to speak of it any further," he softly said. "But... but when I find what I want to say to you, you will be the first to hear it."

"You promise?"

He chuckled softly. "I promise."

[boypied]

MISTER POPULAR [part two]

pairings: fiyero tigelaar x male reader

summary: galinda shows up at the male reader's dorm room to find out why he hasn't been in class but is even more shocked to find fiyero lying in his bed.

requested by: me.

mentions: fluff, intimate mlm.

[part one] [part three] - coming soon

News spread like wildfire. Everyone who was anyone was talking about how the Prince of Winky Country was dating a boy from munchkinland. The scandal was almost heartstopping for the many women and men who had listed after Fiyero. "Why would he even like a Wallflower...especially one from munchkinland?" One girl states to her group of friends while making gagging sounds as she starts to mention you. You were too embarrassed to leave the dormitory. You couldn't face everyone. Even some of your Ozian friends stopped speaking to you because of how overcome with jealously they were.

Fiyero tried not to care about what people thought of him, sure he would get stared at, but people still thought they had a chance with him. Girls and guys both thought alike when it came to him. They thought they had a chance to win the Prince, even though they never had a chance with him to begin with. It made him sick to his stomach when he would hear what everyone was saying about you, but he had a standard to uphold. You laid back against your bed, pulling up the warm blanket to cover your body entirely. You would lay there for ages until Fiyero would come in and yank it off you.

"Fiyero," you say in a soft tone as he climbs onto the bed and spoons you. He softly pulls his arms around your waist, pulling himself closer to you, your bodies making contact with each other. Fiyero softly places a kiss on your neck, "Are you okay? You haven't left your room in days. You've never skipped classes before now, " he whispers in your ear, his voice laced in concern. You don't say anything for a moment just feeling his warmth filled presence near you, "I can't deal with all the...words people are throwing at me. Everything they're saying about me, " you mumble out timidly.

"I just don't want to feel like this," you mumble out quietly as you feel Fiyero pull you closer, it's funny in a way how he is comforting you now when only a couple days ago you were the one comforting him. Feeling his presence near you was all you needed to feel safe enough to fall into the dark abyss of sleep. After a quick nap, you hear a loud banging on your dorm room door, causing both you and Fiyero to jump up from being so startled so quickly after waking up.

Fiyero's hand unwrap from around your waist, and the warmth between you both leaves at you stand up and make your way over to the dorm room door. You pull open your dorm room door to be met with a very familiar, very perky girl; Galinda Upland. She invites herself in and gently pushes past your arm as you were leaning against the door frame. You hear a very loud, extremely dramatic gasp leave her lips.

"So the rumours are true.." she says as her eyes dart back and forth from a barely awake Fiyero who isn't entirely sure about what is happening and a very mentally exhausted munchkin. "How could you cheat on me?" She mumbles under her breath as she looks back at Fiyero, "what did you say?" He says in a curious tone, and then her eyes widen, and she lets out a loud forced giggle. "Nothing, Fiyero!" She says, the room falls silent once more as she stands there in the middle of the room quite awkwardly.

"Is there anything in particular you wanted Galinda?" You say softly to her, trying to remain nice. "Dr. Dillamond had a querie on why you both haven't been to class..and being the selfless person that we all know I am, I decided to sacrifice my lesson time to come see where you both have been." She says while staring at you both with a huge smile on her face. You stare at her for a moment before rubbing your forehead, "Galinda, I'm sorry, but surely you can understand why I haven't been too class. Right?" You say in a soft tone to her.

Her eyes widen for a second, and then a small moment of understanding crosses her face. She slowly walks closer to you and pulls you into a big hug, your eyes widen in shock as you notice how a gentle smile has crossed Fiyero's mouth as he sees how much compassion Galinda has for you, more compassion then she has for anyone other than herself. "I understand...and oh my Oz! Do not listen to them." She whispers softly to you.

Galinda breaks the warm embrace between the two of you leaving you still in utter shock, "I will tell Dr. Dillamond that you have caught the ozian sick bug." She says in a gentle tone pulling you into a warm embrace once more until she leaves the room. You slowly walk over to Fiyero collapsing down onto the bed and then you slowly turn your face to meet with his, "what the hell was that?" You say, with a small smile on your face.

Fiyero's hand gently caresses against your soft cheek as your eyes flutter up to meet his, "Galinda is a very confusing girl," He says to you in a soft tone. You adjust yourself and lean on your side next to him, pulling the duvets over the both of you. You smile softly at him as with the two of his hands, he cups your face and gently presses his lips against yours. "I think you need to leave your room and get some fresh air," Fiyero says to you, and a look of fear spreads across your face.

You feel safe in his warmth, "I'm just worried about what everyone's saying about me...about us." You whisper softly to him, his eyes glinting with understanding, "don't listen to them, you have me...I'll be there with you every step of the way." He whispers back to you and squeezes your cheeks and places another soft kiss against your lips. You climb out from the safety and warmth of the duvet, and you throw on some more presentable clothes. Making sure Fiyero wasn't watching.

Fiyero takes your hand and opens your dorm room door. You both take a step forward, leaving the bedroom behind. You take a deep breath, and you both walk into the main area of Shiz Univeristy. All eyes were on you, Galinda notices what everyone is staring at and walks over to you both. She notices how you were holding hands, but after all the judgemental looks, you broke that physical closeness. She gets in between you both and interlocks both yours and Fiyero's arms with hers. "Come sit with me" she says in a soft tone as she walks you both to her table, all the eyes judging you three but especially you.

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[sweetryefarm]

PAPA ME WANT MORE MOVIE.

There is no MORE MOVIE (Till 2025 cryI)

BASED ON In Want of a Brain

by icestorm1196

No words can express how much I love this FIC, did I read it all in one night?? YES. Am I going to reread it? YES. My only complaint is more about the fandom, because I NEED MORE SEMI-BODY HORROR Fieryo Art.

Cause my man goes from being engaged to the Good Witch of The North, company with the wizard- to guarding a little girl as a stuffed man. The emotional trauma is so palpable. I haven’t seen the full movie yet- unfortunately- but I have found some slime tutorials.

——

[asshatproductions]

I have seen many-a Fiyeros in my day but I don’t think any have captured the feral bisexual energy that Jonathan Bailey was bringing to the table during that shoot…

[musingsofad4ydreamer]

Quite Hours | Fiyero Tigelaar x Male Reader

Fandom: Wicked

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Fiyero Tigelaar x Male Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 710

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Prompt: 56) "I will love you forever and when 'forever' ends, I'll love you some more."

The library of Shiz University was always a sanctuary of quiet in the evening. The oddly comforting scent of old books mingled with the soft sounds of pages turning, the occasional pencil scratching against paper, and the glow of ambient lighting that struck the perfect balance between too dim and too bright. Tonight, the atmosphere felt especially conducive to studying, as you were the only person in the library.

You had settled into a steady rhythm of taking notes, your pencil moving in a gentle murmur across the pages of your notebook as your eyes flicked back and forth between your textbook and notes. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed the library doors swing open. You didn’t give it much thought, as the library wouldn’t close for hours, but you made a mental note that you were no longer alone. What you failed to process, however, was the striking navy blue and gold outfit of the person who had entered—a look you would have recognized instantly had you glanced up.

“There’s my devilishly handsome boyfriend,” came a familiar, playful voice. Everything clicked the moment Fiyero spoke, and his arms slid around your shoulders.

“Hi, sweetheart,” you greeted, punctuating your words with a kiss on his cheek before turning your attention back to your notebook.

“And what would a pretty boy like you be doing in a library all alone at this hour?” Fiyero teased as he gently turned your head to face him and placed a short but loving kiss on your lips.

“Just finishing some notes for class,” you replied, a small smile tugging at your lips despite your attempt to focus. “I should be done in a few minutes.”

“Mm, but what if I can’t wait that long?” Fiyero pressed a few soft kisses along your jaw and neck, his head coming to rest playfully on your shoulder.

“Fiyero, I really have to get this done,” you said, though part of you wanted nothing more than to abandon your work and follow him wherever he wished to take you. Still, you forced yourself to remain focused—for now. “How about this: you head to your room, get comfortable, and I’ll come over as soon as I’m done. Sound good?”

“Hm, do you promise?” Fiyero’s lightheartedly pleading expression made your heart flutter as he cupped your face with one hand. He knew you’d come; he just wanted to hear you say it.

“I swear.” You smiled, tucking back a stray lock of his golden blonde hair.

“Alright, my love.” With a final kiss on your lips, Fiyero reluctantly left the library.

The moment he was gone, you sighed and shook your head, chuckling softly to yourself. You could still feel the warmth of his touch lingering on your skin. “That man has no idea how distracting he is,” you muttered under your breath, glancing at your notebook.

“Did you say something?” a voice suddenly chimed in. Fiyero had popped his head back through the doorway, a cheeky grin on his face.

“Fiyero, go!” you exclaimed, laughing.

“Alright, alright, I’m going!” he called out, disappearing again with a dramatic wave of his hand.

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When you finally finished your work for the night, you made good on your promise after a quick stop at your room to change. Almost as soon as you knocked on Fiyero’s door, he opened it and swept you into his arms, lifting you briefly off the floor.

“Did you miss me?” you teased, your tone laced with playful sarcasm.

Fiyero responded by wrapping his arms around your waist and capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. “Oh, very much so,” he murmured, his words accompanied by a small smile before he kissed you again.

The rest of the night was a perfect blend of joy and tenderness. Fiyero’s endless humor kept you laughing, and his steady stream of sweet nothings made your heart melt as you lay against his chest. His fingers traced gentle patterns on your bicep, his voice low and comforting.

“I will love you forever, darling. And when ‘forever’ ends, I will love you even more,” he whispered, his words sending warmth through your entire being as he kissed the crown of your head.

A perfect way to end the night.

~ End ~