#fiyero fanfic

[lorifragolina]

Wicked

Hello everyone! I'm so proud to announce my first contribution to the Metalsandwich Movie Mania (@now-showing-at-the-hawk-events) event!

I wrote it in a rush, without a real plan in my mind just because I cound't lose this occasion, so please let me know if you have suggestions or critics :)

The first prompt is Musical Movie post-2000 and I chose Wicked, my favourite musical presented in Broadway im 2003 and still played worldwide. I saw it live in March and what an experience!! A movie is planned for December 2024 and I'm looking forward for it.

As the event is MetalsandWITCH, I tried to find a twist for our three golden boys so, let me know if you like it! A huge thanks to @dame-zoom-a-lot for betaing it with a really short notice, for her wonderful suggestion, edits and ideas that really, really improved this silly little fic.

Read it in AO3

Pairing: Steve Harrington/Billy Hargrove/Eddie Munson Cast: Billy Hargrove as Elphaba, the Wicked Witch of the West Eddie Munson as Glinda, the Good Witch Steve Harrington as Fiyero, prince of Wickie Karen Wheeler as Madame Morrible Eleven "Jane" Hopper as Dorothy Gale Rating: Mature WC: 9797

"Steve followed him and hugged him from behind, resting his crotch firmly on Billy’s bottom and dancing and grinding with him. He then leaned his lips on Billy’s neck and kissed it. Billy jumped, but Eddie winked at him, so he arched his neck and exposed his skin to the prince. When Eddie reached them, they sat in a corner together, with their drinks, and they talked of silliness, looking at each other intensely. Eddie put a hand on Billy’s leg, tilting the tights and trying to break it. Prince Steve gazed at him like he was something… precious. Billy didn’t used to be shy, but he was used to fighting for his place and for being seen and believed, and in that moment it seemed to him he didn’t have to struggle for being where he wanted"

[lillifaba]

So I made a fiyeraba community for those of you who want to share your fics, art, posts, or just vibe and communicate about Wicked. I sent out a few invites to see if anyone wants to join but it's public so anyone can join ^^

[slut-and-falcon]

Wicked headcannon

Elphaba isn’t allergic to water- she’s scared of it.

When she was a young child, Nanny tried to drown her. And Elphaba’s mother was never sober due to taking a variety of herbs and alcohol (which young Elphaba would interpret to be water because it’s clear). So it creates this deep rooted trauma in her mind that manifests as a deep fear of water.

This phobia is to the point that she sometimes panics and feels pain when water touches her even though it’s not causing actual damage (neuroplasticity but in reverse!).

And we also see this manifest in her behavior- she doesn’t wash her hair often so it’s usually tied up due to be oily. He clothes are ragged because they aren’t rinsed in water enough to avoid getting stiff from soap, and she tries to harshly rub the stiffness out with a wash board causing the fabric to ware.

Before Shiz, her nails always have white flour or dirt under them from avoiding excess time washing her hands. So she starts wearing gloves whenever she does the chores to stop needing to wash her hands. (Nessa thinks it’s to hide the green, Frex just is thankful it’s actually hiding the green)

Fiyero comes barging into Elphaba’s life, and comes from a diverse region where water is sometimes rare. And he’s sympathetic to her avoidance of water. He quickly learns she won’t talk about it, and takes his suggestions as criticism of her hygiene. (She uses coconut oil to wash her self, baking soda to clean her hair and teeth, and milk to bath in when necessary thank you very much)

Realizing she likes books and learning, he starts slowly suggesting some anthropological books about the dry regions of the Vinkus, knowing she would eventually read about the recorded water alternatives. He also starts practicing some of the techniques he grew up with- like using oil to clean his hands and tools, using powders to clean up spills, using dry exfoliation, etc, so that she will learn by observation. And also she will figure out that he knows stuff that might be helpful for her.

Time skip- Fiyero and Elphaba are together and he’s learning more and more about her everyday. In a vulnerable moment, she shares her fear of water and how she was drowned as a child, and everything clicks into place for him.

So he slowly introduces her to water in a positive way- using it to cool his canteen from the inside and then setting it against her face when it’s got outside. Or using it to water color berry paint pictures on rocks for her (because of course he does and it’s cute af), and eventually using it to comb out and detangle her hair for her without the water touching her scalp but it feeling very good.

And little by little coaxing her to jump into puddles with him, to enjoy the sound of rain while they are sheltered, to look forward to the rainbows.

Eventually he gets her to walk through a stream (previously he would carry over over because that’s hot af ngl), and then again but barefoot, and then they are wading into shallow water, but never putting their heads under. Fiyero takes the opportunity to make these good experiences (*wink wink*), and also starts to help her wash her hair without submerging her head. He even braids her hair while it’s wet so it dries in controlled waves that she adores.

He also makes sure their drinking water doesn’t look like the clear alcohol her mother drank- mixing berries and roots into it to change its taste and color.

And in return, she is in charge of the fires and kindling while they camp since he’s afraid of it.

[artsspangledpumpkin]

Positions in Life Ch. 6 by @wickedobsessed101 a.k.a Fae'sFlower AO3/FFN

The purple-vested men stepped further into the light. The first thing Elphaba noticed, other than his long, black dreadlocks and ochre skin, was some type of blue tattoos going down his right cheek and neck and vanishing underneath his unbuttoned shirt. She couldn't make out exactly what the markings were, but they looked like tiny diamonds. He looked up at the Munchkin flag atop the carriage, then back at Elphaba. He tilted his head, and Elphaba assumed he was curious about her skin.

Fiyero arriving on a horse to meet Elphaba has been living rent free in my mind.

[wordsimnormalabt]

“Here's the truth: there is no beginning. There is no end. There simply is, because that is what it is to live, events tangled like spider-silk in dawn's light. No causation or correlation or reason, just a series of mistakes and apologies and beautiful, breath-taking moments that combine over years, over eons, until suddenly you're blinking and it's all rushing past you, memories like grains of sand through an hourglass, and time's up—”

- The Truth (and Other Nebulous Things)

Chill_with_Penguins on ao3

[wickedobsessed101]

Chapter 16 of "Positions In Life" is now up!

Elphaba marries Fiyero and, despite their differences, they start to find common ground.

Also read on FF.net

Elphaba's wedding headpiece

[victoriously-wicked]

Wishing Only Wounds the Heart…

I wrote this one shot within the last 24 hours (wow that’s impressive by my standards). I came up with the prompt myself. It’s from Glinda’s point of view. Anyways, hope you enjoy. PROMPT: HOW GLINDA IS COPING AFTER ELPHABA’S “DEATH”, AND HER PERSPECTIVE ON WHAT HAPPENED THE DAY SHE LOST HER BEST FRIEND.

A heaving sigh escaped my lungs as I entered the palace, returning from the most recent public gathering. The instant the doors closed behind me, I allowed my smile to drop, returning to my ever-persistent state of depression.

Keeping up the façade was a challenge at first, but over time, it had become somewhat of a reflex. No Ozian was ever to see how my mental state was slowly disintegrating with each passing moment. 

Showcasing the truth, my misery, would only evoke suspicion from the citizens therefore, whenever I find myself in the public eye, a plastic smile I weld unto my face.

It was best this way. It was safer too. But there was a time not so long ago, where these smiles weren’t so forced or disingenuous, where sadness was an emotion I hardly experienced.

My state of mind hadn’t begun to deteriorate until the depression took over. And the depression didn’t start until that fateful day, when everything I ever cared about was taken from me. 

What made things worse was that everything was all my fault. 

Sweet Oz, how I wish I could turn back the clock.

I wish I’d had the courage to disprove the rumours.

I wish I’d had the brains to take back my words prompting her sister’s death.

I wish I’d had the heart to stop the witch hunters.

I wish I’d never made that promise to her as not to clear her name. 

But most of all, I wish she was alive…

                                                           ~~~

The haunting silhouette of her shadow fades, and her cries subdue. A deafening silence washes over, and I hear only my own shuddering breaths against my palm.

Frozen, I find myself unable to move the trembling hand from my mouth, or wipe the tears rolling down my pale cheeks, until a sudden gust of cold wind blows through the castle, and shocks me out of my transfixed state. 

I stumble out from my hiding spot behind the drapes. 

“Elphie?” I brokenly whisper.

No response.

I feel my stomach drop as I reach out to pull open the curtain, longing for nothing more than to be met with the familiar green tint of her emerald skin.

The curtain opens, and there’s nothing.

The room is empty.

Through my tear-clouded vision, I notice a familiar object on the floor. It takes less than a moment to recognise what it is as I reach down, and gently pick it up.

The hideodeous hat. Her hat. 

“Oh, Elphie!” I sob, clutching the limp brown piece of cloth to my body, allowing myself to completely break down, finally accepting the events of which I had just unknowingly witnessed mere moments ago.

Elphie had been killed. 

She’s gone.

I’ll never get to see her again…

                                                         ~~~

“Miss Glinda?” came the voice of Chistery, flying overhead in the hallway before perching on the diamond-encrusted chandelier. 

It was seconds after Elphaba had parted for good that the two of us had formally met. Seeing his gentle soul, which he had no doubt mirrored from Elphie, I made it my goal to help him the way she had tried to. I’d taught him how to speak. The day he’d finally managed to form a complete sentence without fail, I knew Elphie was proud, despite not being there to witness it.

“Is something troubling you?” Chistery asked, flying down from the chandelier to the floor.

Chistery’s words brought myself back to reality, and I vigorously shook my head in an attempt to snap myself out of the memories from the dreaded day. 

Thankfully, Chistery was aware of my emotional struggles so understandably, hiding my sudden bout of tears from him was not a problem. Silently nodding at him, I wiped a fallen tear from my cheek and made my way to my room.

Despite its grandeur and spaciousness, I constantly felt confined within these bedroom walls. It simply didn’t compare to the coziness that had come with the previously shared dorm room with Elphie; one of the very few fond memories I still clutched onto.

After removing my tiara, wand, and ridding myself of the suffocating gown, my gaze wandered to my closet. I eyed the quoxwood doors and momentarily hesitated, before deciding to open them with a creak and reach in, pulling out the familiar cone-shaped object from the hidden depths of the wardrobe.

‘I thought you might wanna wear this hat to the party tonight!’

The words of my formerly happy younger self rang in my ears, as I brought the tattered thing to my chest. One of the last things I had left of her.

I couldn’t bring myself that day to simply leave it in Kiamo Ko. I had initially tried to, but doing so felt as though I was leaving a fragment of myself behind. And I was broken enough as it was.

It was the only thing that sparked a sense of comfort within me. The incredibly faint smell of her scented oils still lingered on the fabric. It felt familiar. It felt comforting.

As I did every single day, I clenched my eyes shut and sunk to the floor, rocking back and forth on my knees, with the hat pressed tightly against myself, my endless river of tears soaking the headpiece.

“Elphie please, I need you. I’m broken.” I weeped, gently stroking the matte material of the hat.

“I wish you would come back to me.” I whispered.

Almost instantaneously, a creak from a floorboard came from the other side of the door, followed by a barely audible knock. Snapping my head in the direction of the door, I let out a sharp breath and arose.

It couldn’t be…could it?

Slowly, I approached the doorway, the most minuscule smile twitching at the corners of my mouth, and turned the knob until it clicked. Trembling, I gently opened the door. 

“Miss Glinda, your presence is requested regarding a matter of dispute between the citizens.”

It was a guard.

My barely-visible smile dropped, and my heart somehow managed to sink even deeper than it already had.

I assume he noticed my switch in demeanour, for his emotionless face morphed into that of concern.

“Your Goodness? Are you alright?”

“I-I thought for a second that she was…” I had began to mumble, before letting a small sigh escape through my nose. Plastering on my false smile, I looked back at the guard.

“Of course. Tell them to expect me in a clock-tick.” I replied, nodding my head before closing the door.

After hearing his footsteps fade, I turned to rest my back against the door, and found myself sliding down the wood. It wasn’t until moments later that I even realised I was sobbing once again, hugging my knees as I sat, broken on the floor. 

Not all wishes come true, I suppose…

And SCENE! So yeah, did you find that sad? I thought I did a pretty terrible job at it. If you’re confused about what exactly happened, go to the replies section, I’ve written a ‘brief’ explanation.

[duckscrabble]

Wicked Fic Update!

For real this time! I have finished the 16th chapter of my ongoing incredibly slow burn Gelphie fic, A Second Chance (to Get it All Wrong)!

Sorry this one took so long, but I hope you enjoy the courtroom shenanigans. We’ve got drama, we’ve got intrigue, we’ve got pining, we’ve got a horrible scarecrow. It’s great, everyone loves these things.

Here’s the link if you wanna check it out! One more chapter to wrap up this arc, and then we’ll be entering Phase 3 of the story with more Gelphie action or your money back, guaranteed.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22580062/chapters/121406119

[jewish-elphaba]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Wicked - Schwartz/Holzman Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Elphaba Thropp/Fiyero Tigelaar, Elphaba Thropp/Galinda Upland, Elphaba Thropp & Fiyero Tigelaar, Elphaba Thropp & Galinda Upland, Fiyero Tigelaar & Galinda Upland Characters: Elphaba Thropp, Galinda Upland, Fiyero Tigelaar Additional Tags: Main Character Death, but actually wait no, she lives muahahahaha, but yeag galinda totally doesnt know that, Lesbian Galinda Upland, Bisexual Elphaba Thropp Summary:

The aftermath of the Melting

GUYS GUYS GUYS THIS IS MY FIRST EVER FIC EVER AND I AM SOOOOOOO EXCITED AUGH

[ichiwashername-o]

Kids say the darnedest things~

In the 1939 Wizard of Oz movie, we've seen Scarecrow getting torn up and patched back together, no big deal, right? And I've read plenty of fanfics where Scarecrow/Fiyero does some basic maintenance of having to patch himself back up, usually very gradually over time.

So, like, how does that all work? What does being a magically enchanted scarecrow entail? How much of him can be removed/replaced and it will still be him? How much of his original body, if any, needs to be present for his consciousness to transfer over???

Please point on the magic scarecrow where the sentience is located.

These are questions that are never meant to be thought about very hard, yet think about them very hard I shall.

And now so shall Fiyero, the poor bastard.

Wicked Master Post

[ticklemewiggly]

do any good fanfics exist with fiyero as the scarecrow? i keep finding ones where he doesn’t like dorothy and it’s making me unreasonably angry.. he would not hate that poor girl. complicated relationship? yes. but hate? get out of oz!

[elphabaoftheopera]

Ten First Lines Game

Rules: Share the first line of ten of your most recent fanfics and then tag ten people. Don't have ten? Not to worry, just share what you have.

Tagged by: @a-partofthenarrative (thank you so much! this is so fun!)

From most to least recent (only 1-5 are on Ao3, the rest are much older and are only on FFnet)

“It sounds stupid.” (Love, Fae and Yero)

It was Elphaba. (It Was Elphaba)

Somewhere between Oz and—not Oz, Elphaba and Fiyero had at last made it past the desert and found themselves in the midst of a sparse forest. (In Any Universe)

I hadn’t even wanted to leave the castle that day. (A Poppy Grows In The Vinkus)

"I'll get you my pretty…" (Captivity)

"Elphie, I promise you. It's legitimate!" (Seeking Good-Seeking Attention)

"Elphaba would you listen to me?!" (The Name Game)

I didn't mean to follow her into the library, really, I didn't. (A Change In The Weather)

The thing that people don't mention about satin sheets is that they make a highly obnoxious noise when they rustle about. (The Way We Planned Them)

Hair slicked back. (Time) (Surprise Doctor Who fic!)

Tagging: @starspangledpumpkin @itsniaeveryone

I actually am not sure who does/doesn't write fanfiction in my mutuals off the top of my head. If we're mutuals and write fanfiction, TAG you're it!

[slut-and-falcon]

How Elphaba dresses headcannon

-Elphaba isn’t a women but doesn’t have the language to communicate that since evangelical munchkinland very much has the gender binary

-she despises femininity because it was an unattainable goal that when she attempted to encompass, left her feeling very wrong and uncomfortable

-wearing Fiyero’s clothes made her feel confident and masculine, despite her long hair.

-she feels more comfortable in dark color since they mute the green. She also wears multiple layers (like pants under her skirts) for modesty and comfort. She doesn’t realize until later than it’s not necessarily modesty to hid the green, but her liking wearing modest pants rather than skirts. With the skirts making her feel wrong (aka dysphoric)

-sue to her subjected poverty (since Frex doesn’t spend more than the absolute minimum on her), she takes to wearing Frex’s and the house worker’s old clothes

-the cook is nice to her, and first tried to give Elphaba, her (the cook’s) old dresses until Elphaba shyly asks if she could have the cook’s sons’ old clothing. Elphaba uses the excuse that she wanted to mend them and then donate them to the church, but yet none of those hand me downs ever appear in the church’s donation closet.

-Elphaba is skinny due to poor diet, and it’s worse after being on the run. After she settles down with Fiyero, she gains some healthy weight, and they share clothes often.

-Elphaba’s daily clothes after leaving Shiz includes practical farm boots, thick dark denim pants, long sleeve shirts, and a coat (the men’s duster isn’t practical for living in the woods, but she favors it when in the city undercover). She likes to wear her hat when making a point, otherwise her hair and face are covered by bandanas or a scarf. Tall pointy hats are pretty noticeable for someone in hiding.

-post her and Fiyero leaving Oz for safety, she regularly wears boots, pants, and a button down shirt. She wears her Vinkus silk scarfs as belts. Fiyero buys her a black hat with a wide brim with fringe that she wears when encompassing the ‘witch’ persona to scare outsiders (to protect her community of refugee animals on the edge of the Vinkus desert).

-when working undercover in the city, she often pretended to be a client of sex workers (during their ‘session’ she would provide them food and supplies while they gave information). (The city’s sex workers were mainly displaced people from Oz and many were part of the Resistance)

-Elphaba keeps her long hair as a monument to her mother, and Fiyero braids it often in the style of men from the Arjikis (braided back into a French braid with many tiny braids that represent accomplishments. Charms and some grasses are braided into the hair with symbolism. Arjiki women often braided her hair up, while men wore long braids down their back. Fiyero cut his as a method of assimilation when he moved East, and after some -omg-I’m-a-leader-and-I-am-stressed-and-I-want-to-rebel issues. He keeps it short while working undercover in the government. He grows it back out after leaving with Elphaba.

-Elphaba wears light pants that were cut off at the knee. Fiyero wears the same because Elphaba feels guilt whenever she sees his back scares from the Gale Force torture.

-fiyero likes dressing Elphaba nearly as much as he liked undressing her. There is something very intimate about it that he craves.

-Elphaba doesn’t bind, but she does wear a tank top folded up over her chest that resembles a sports bra under her shirt.

-breasts aren’t sexualized in Fiyero’s culture, so it’s common to see Elphaba walking around their home at night without a top on. She sleeps without a top on as well (unless it’s too cold to do so). She may do this, while using one her of silk scarfs as a shawl.

-jewelry- she has a necklace that Fiyero made for her back when they were at Shiz. It’s made of leather and has a small geode on it. She also wears a small strip of leather around her left wrist that serves as her equivalent of a wedding ring. Fiyero had a matching one. The original strip of leather had been cut longways into two pieces for Elphaba and Fiyero to wear separately.

[beu-ytr]

Resenha do livro "Wicked" de Gregory Maguire

*spoilers; MUITO LONGO :D; editado

Wicked é uma história alternativa que se passa no universo de "O Mágico de Oz", trazendo uma nova perspectiva para a história do clássico ao investigar a fundo o passado da vilã verde Bruxa Malvada do Oeste.

Apesar de claramente ser uma fanfic, esse livro é uma delícia de se ler e realmente expande muito mais a história do mágico de Oz a um nível tão absurdo que eu fiquei abismada em como o Maguire conseguiu pensar tanto sobre um universo tão pouco explorado anteriormente.

Talvez você conheça a versão musical desse livro, que também é boa porém não chega aos pés do livro, que tem muito mais detalhes.

Eu li esse livro pela primeira vez em 2018, um ano depois da estreia do musical aqui no Brasil, e na época, eu não tinha captado tão bem assim a mensagem que o livro queria passar e confesso que o deixei pegar teia de aranha no meu armário por um bom tempo.

Mas a alguns meses resolvi reler esse livro só pra ver se eu poderia entrar em consenso com a história em si, e eu consegui sim senhor.

Se você não conseguir entrar de cabeça na onda do livro, não vai gostar das longas palestrinhas que Elphaba, a protagonista verde, faz sobre religiosidade, almas e espíritos e entre outras coisas chatíssimas.

Mas, mesmo assim, são diálogos muito importantes para que se possa entender a personagem por completo e entender como a vida dela, sendo rejeitada por tudo e todos pela sua cor, a moldou a ser uma vilã.

Desde a infância, até sua vida adulta a gente pode ver como ninguém realmente nunca deu bola pra coitada, a primeira palavra dela foi "desastre", a Babá dela humilhava ela a cada 1,5 segundos e nunca perdeu esse hábito, a mãe dela já tinha considerado matar ela mais de duas vezes quando ela era um BEBÉ, ninguém gostava dela e só aturava e até mesmo o Fiyero poderia ser questionado sobre seus verdadeiros sentimentos pela Elphaba já que, ao meu ver, em nenhum momento esses sentimentos se provaram ser totalmente genuínos.

E quando eu digo genuínos, me refiro a sentimentos realmente ligados ao amor ardente que é demonstrado no musical.

No livro, a relação deles é totalmente sexual, e mesmo que algum dos dois até tenha sentido algo, fazer alguma coisa sobre isso era meio que impossível porque o Fiyero era CASADO e tinha não sei quantos filhos ☠

(só esse fato já destruiu meu coração fiyeraba em 2018)

Além dessa questão, temos também a memorável amizade entre Glinda a boa e a Bruxa Malvada.

No livro, as duas não se conectam tããão bem assim, e eu acho que a representação da amizade delas é melhor no musical. Mas, de qualquer forma, é possível ver também que a Glinda não gosta da Elphaba tanto assim.

Como exemplo temos a trágica pegadinha que as amigas de Glinda pregaram na Elphaba, forjando uma carta a convidando para passar as férias na casa da Glinda, que fica envergonhada e quase expulsa a simpática garota verde de seu recinto super chique.

Ok, no final desse rolê a Elphaba termina ficando na casa dela mas isso não anula o fato de que, até a Elphie fugir para a Cidade Esmeralda, as duas não chegavam nem perto de serem melhores amigas.

E se chegaram, por favor esclareçam isso pra mim porque eu não notei.

De fato, muitos pontos narrativos criados na adaptação musical não aconteceram e nem chegariam perto de acontecer no livro.

Por exemplo, no livro, o Fiyero não morreu se sacrificando pela Elphaba em um ato heróico como no musical, ele morreu por pura burrice e teimosia e sendo sincera até hoje não entendo muito bem a morte dele porque uma coisa tão blé sabe

mas enfim

O livro de Maguire é mil vezes mais sombrio, mais sáfico, mais político e muito mais trágico. As questões da religiosidade, idolatria e política são as mais trabalhadas aqui.

A Elphaba fazia parte de um grupo que protestava contra o maltrato aos Animais (bichanos que tinham quatro patas porém sabiam falar, pensar e agiam como qualquer outro oziano), e morreu defendendo essa causa apesar de ter se perdido um pouco no caminho por conta da morte de Fiyero.

(Inclusive queria acrescentar de que o Fiyero é um ótimo personagem e que ele devia ter tido mais espaço no livro pra desenvolvimento, mas infelizmente a maioria das cenas que ele aparece é basicamente ele e a Elphaba transando loucamente sem parar e depois tendo uma conversa nada a ver sobre qualquer coisa nada a ver, enfim merecia mais, continuando)

Em questão da idolatria, as principais representações disso são a nossa querida Nessarose, a irmã mais nova de Elphaba, e o pai dela Frexpar.

Cara, a Nessarose pra mim é a personagem mais interessante de Wicked. A relação dela com religião e com o próprio pai, faz com que ela se comporte de uma forma mais "malvada" que a sua irmã que é taxada como malvada o tempo todo.

Não consigo dizer ao certo se a Nessarose realmente acredita no Deus sem nome, ou se é pura influência do pai dela, eu realmente não faço ideia. Mas os valores dela em geral são tão infurecedores, o fato dela se sentir melhor do que as pessoas ao redor dela por conta de suas crenças irrita um tiquinho mas explica muito a natureza dela.

Tanto que no final, ela se tornou bruxa má também, vista como uma péssima governante pelos Munchkins. Infelizmente nossa querida foi esmagada por uma casa e o resto do rolê você já sabe.

A construção dos ambientes, dos personagens e a ordem cronológica dos fatos é tão bem feita que às vezes eu me esqueço que isso tudo é uma grande fanfic.

Caso você não saiba, existem mais dois livros dessa saga, dessa vez estrelando Liir, filho de Elphaba e Fiyero, em suas miraculosas aventuras ou sei lá o que. Confesso que não sou muito interessada nessa parte da história então nunca corri atrás pra ler mas quem sabe um dia.

Esse livro fez parte da minha pré-adolescência e indiretamente da minha maturidade também, o que faz dele um dos meus livros favoritos de todos os tempos. Valeu Maguire, você é dez

[alexdantisanders]

I need help finding a prinxiety fic!!

Please???!?

Went to see Wicked last week and I've had nothing but this one prinxiety wicked au fanfic in my head!

I think it was on AO3?!?!

Characters: Virgil was Elphaba, Roman was Glinda and I think Janus was Fiyero???

I've got no idea what it's called or who it's by and I can't seem to find it 😭

If anyone can help me find it or knows if it's still available?!?

[wickedobsessed101]

Chapter 19 of "With Every Heartbeat" is now up!

Chapter 19: "Good Deeds Go Punished"

The interns' mystery patient is no longer a mystery, and Nessa starts surprising Elphaba.

(*Sidenote: Whoa! This chapter is very late. But it's finally here! So... yay!*)

Read on FF.net and AO3