#fiyero looks so good in long hair

[raven-curls]

Stunning photos from Wicked in Sweden (and a Fiyero with long hair)

[reidmania]

wicked | spencer reid

summary; you and spencer go to see the wicked musical together

warnings; obviously not realistically time based, use ur imaginations!! fem reader, pure fluff i dont think theres any warnings tbh

an; yes this is the fic i started writing like a month ago after i saw wicked and there was a guy there that looked like spencer reid. it has just taken a really long time. i miss knock off spencer reid, he was so sexy, come back.

The bustling crowd was almost overwhelming, groups of people gathered around taking photos with the large signs at the entrance, others leant against walls conversing with one another, and a large group of people trying to get through the doors through the crowd.

Meanwhile, You were standing hand in hand with Spencer as you waited for the majority of people to find their way’s in before you even attempted manoeuvring your way around the flock of people. Your eyes danced over the girls who came dressed up in character, admiring their unwavering confidence as they laughed as posed with the sign.

“Should’ve wore green” Spencer mumbled in your ear as he leant down slightly, in order to ensure you heard him over the crowd of people. Really it wasn’t that loud — it was just a lot and you wouldn’t have been surprised if you had missed something he said prior because of your focus being drawn away.

A soft laugh left your lips as you turned your head to face him. The city lights danced over the side of his face as he looked down at you, a content grin on his face. His suit jacket laid on top of his vest, his tie tucked underneath.

Your free hand lifted towards his tie to gentle recenter it, “Your tie matches” You mumbled. He had wore a dark green tie and you had a dark green thin bow tied in the back of your hair. It was your subtle way of showing your support and contribution to the main colour of the musical.

He hummed, “Should’ve just committed completely” He expressed, tilting his head to the side as your hand fell away from his tie. Your eyes rolled playfully — He had mentioned a few times since the two of you got the tickets for the musical that you should go dressed up at the main characters, to which you entertained the idea for all of two minutes before laughing and shaking it off.

Neither of you really wanted the attention of the public like that.

“Should’ve” You said, sighing out dramatically even though you both knew you were just playing along with the idea. You had seen the musical before, while it was Spencer’s first time.

When he continued suggesting how you two should go as Glinda the good witch, and fiyero because they were together (Which he only knew because you had briefly summarised the plot when asking him to come see it with you) You had to just laugh and hold back spoiling the fact that it really didn’t work out for them.

Spencer just smiled as he leant down to place a soft kiss on the top of your head, the crowd was dwindling out now, the two of you taking it as your opportunity to get through the doors and into the theatre. His hand stayed tightly wrapped around yours as you got your tickets scanned and entered.

Your eyes danced over the beauty of the inside, the large staircases and the warm lighting along with the historical indenting in the walls and ceilings around the large chandelier. Spencer was already moving towards the staircases quickly.

You followed — without much of a choice since your hands were interlaced tightly and you were basically being dragged anyways. His hands danced over the tickets the minute you two walked through the correct doors for the dress circle.

He placed another gentle kiss on the top of your head as he scanned for where your seats were. You squeezed his hand softly as he began walking towards them the minute his eyes laid on where your seats were. If anything you’d think he was more excited than you were.

“It gets pretty loud” You said softly once the two of you found your seats, you shuffled comfortably in the seat next to him as your eyes danced over the stage set up, you turned your head to Spencer with a soft smile on your lips.

“Yeah?” He asked, appreciative of your warning, his head turned to look at you, his eyes dancing over your face. You remembered when you last saw it, despite it being an amazing experience you left with a slight headache because of how loud it got.

You nodded, squeezing his hand that was still holding yours once more, leaning back in your chair as you got comfortable. Your eyes turned to admire the set again before turning your head back to Spencer.

“Im excited” You said, a wide smile on your face that was instantly reciprocated by the man staring down at you, his eyes full of love and admiration as they studied your every feature.

“Yeah? Me too.” He said honestly, leaning his head down to place a gentle kiss on your lips. You smiled as you let your body relax, relishing in the softness of his touch.

The lights dimmed and the stage lit moments later, your hand stayed interlocked with Spencer throughout, your finger tapping against the back of his hand in beat of the songs that played, which would make him smile and squeeze your hand softly.

You couldn’t help the way every time you found something funny you would turn to look at Spencer to see if he was smiling or laughing like you were. He muttered his small opinions of different scenes in your ear every now and then, making a comment on how they were factually inaccurate to which you would just give him a knowing look — which would make him smile and shake his head, returning his gaze to the set.

When popular began playing, you leant in closer to Spencer, whispering the lyrics softly while moving your head. His gaze was torn from the set anytime you got closer, he watched you with an amused grin and a soft raise of his eyebrow.

When it got to the intermission, you were unworldly glad. After spending the last— nearly two hours sitting in the same position your body ached to just move around.

“Are you liking it?” You ask when the lights came back up. People around you began moving to go to the bathroom — get new drinks, or just go for a walk. Some stayed where they were in their seats but you were already moving to stand.

Spencer followed, standing up after you, his hands instinctively coming to rest on your hips as he lead you in front of him, towards the end of the seats. “Yeah, I am. Are you? Is it as good as you remember?” He asks softly, when the two of you finally get to the end, walking up the stairs before down the next ones, leaving the dress circle.

“Yes, Better even. It’s funnier” You mumble out softly as your body felt relieved from the movement in your legs.

He smiled, looking around at the long lines for people waiting to go to the bathroom. You were both glad that neither of you needed to go. Instead, you leant against the wall, Spencer’s arms wrapped around your waist, head leant down to nuzzle into your neck as your arms wrapped around his.

You stayed like that for a while, just relishing in the comfort of one another. It was like the chaos surrounding you didn’t exist as it all drowned out into faint background noise, the only thing taking your focus was Spencer’s scent consuming your senses.

When the intermission was over, you and Spencer found your way back to your seats, his hand stayed interlocked with yours throughout the entirety of the show. anytime the music got a little bit too loud you would give his hand a soft squeeze supportively, knowing his lack of love for the loud volume.

In response he would lean down and press a gentle reassuring kiss to the side of your head, both letting you know he was okay, and showing his appreciation for your care and knowledge of the little things about him.

Spencer was never the biggest fan of musicals before, but here with you?

Well that was something he could get used to.

[eurydicees]

someone tell the court jester i love his smile

summary: elphaba and fiyero talk about what's true and real, and what's not. pairings: fiyero tigelaar/elphaba thropp words: 2992  warnings: none  notes: not technically a prompt but this was inspired by conversations with @napo-con-fritas and @mollrat101 about fiyero with adhd and how the outsider perception of that might impact his self-perception and thus his relationship with elphaba. this fic kind of got derailed from the original topic lol, but thanks for the inspo n i hope u enjoy!

Fiyero is talking, but he’s not really saying anything. He’s just kind of rambling about something that Elphaba isn’t quite following. It’s something about a stray cat he had seen on the street that day while he was out shopping, and how the cat reminded him of someone he knew in elementary school, which somehow led his ramblings to something about the magical fish in a well at his family’s castle in the Vinkus. 

She swears that she does usually listen to what he has to say—contrary to what seems to be the popular belief about their relationship, she does actually care about his thoughts and opinions—but something about this particular one-sided conversation is itching at the back of her mind like the final piece to a puzzle she’s been putting together for awhile now. She’s not quite sure what it is, but there’s something important that she’s missing. 

He talks with his hands, she notices. He makes both large, exaggerated gestures as he talks just as often as he fiddles and fusses with whatever he can find around him: a piece of paper that he’s methodically ripping to pieces, a ring he wears that he’s usually twisting around or tossing up and down in his palm, a pen or pencil he spins around his pointer finger. It’s really whatever he can get his hands on. 

Just generally speaking, Fiyero is constantly in motion. He’s not good at sitting still, or staying stagnant. He’s constantly bouncing his knee or tapping his fingers in basic rhythms against the table, shifting around in his seat during class, or toying with a strand of his hair that’s long enough to wrap around his finger and tug at. It feels like he’s just always a blur of movement, moving through the world at a velocity that Elphaba fears she sometimes has trouble keeping up with. 

She doesn’t always know where he’s going at that pace that he runs with, but his mind is constantly running forward. He’s always halfway to the next thought, the third step ahead, before he’s finished with the first sentence. It makes for strange leaps and connections in their conversations and in his logic sometimes, but there is—again, contrary to popular belief—always a real thread from point A to point B. 

Fiyero pauses his talking, looking at her with something unreadable on his face. “You’re not listening, are you?” 

She blinks. She didn’t realize that she had gotten so caught up in her own thoughts and her analysis of her boyfriend. She loves him, and she knows him, and she knows better than to zone out like that. His ability to sense other people’s disinterest is sharper than she had thought it to be upon first meeting—but it didn’t take long after that realization to understand that this ability is so well-honed because of how hurt and subdued he gets over that disinterest. 

“Sorry,” she mutters. She also knows better than to lie to him. He’s always been able to see right through her, somehow. “Just zoned out for a minute. Keep talking, I’m listening now.” 

Fiyero licks his lips, studying her carefully. “What’re you thinking about?” 

Elphaba shrugs, looking down at the book she had been reading before he wandered into her and Galinda’s room looking to spend time with her after being exiled by his roommate for the night. She’s curled up in her bed, a small crocheted blanket draped over her lap, while he sits at her desk chair. 

He’s doing that thing, she notes to herself. The thing where he tugs at the ring on his finger—he always wears it on a finger that seems just a little too tight for it to fit right—then seems surprised that it comes off. And he’s bouncing his knee again. It’s not anxiety, because the rest of his posture is perfectly relaxed. He just doesn’t seem to get stillness. 

She hums, trying to figure out how to put into words the things she thinks she’s maybe uncovering about him. The thing is that she’s not quite sure what it is exactly that she’s uncovered. She just knows that there’s something she’s missing about him, something that she wants to be allowed to understand. 

Elphaba loves him, is the thing. She’s not quite sure when that development really took place, but after only a few weeks of dating, she’s pretty sure that he’s her first real love. He sees her, in a way that very few people have ever wanted to try to see her.

Most importantly, he actually wants her as she is. Not the dulled, dimmed version of herself that she sometimes wants to carve herself into for the sake of social acceptance. Not the Galinda-fied version of herself that she tentatively has been experimenting with. Not the fiery, angry, defensive version of herself that she falls back upon as a safety mechanism. No, he just wants her as she is and as she wants to be. 

She wants to give the same thing back to him. She likes to think that she understands him well by now at least, but really she wants to give him the same sense of comfort that he’s given her. She wants him to feel at ease with her. 

And then it clicks. That’s what it is. He is at ease, he’s by no means on edge when he’s around her, but he’s also still always keeping up what’s an act of sorts. It’s not that he’s being fake or lying in any way, it’s more that he’s still desperately trying to mold himself into something palatable, a pill that’s easy to swallow, the kind of person that’s easy to want. 

He’s constantly trying to get her attention, trying to keep it, whether that’s by talking about things that neither of them care about or by telling prodding jokes until she laughs or asking her to rant about the latest book she’s read for hours. He’s constantly trying to keep her entertained, keep her laughing, keep her eyes on him. 

Doesn’t he know? she wonders. I’m always looking at him, whether or not he’s being bright and loud. 

It doesn’t matter if it’s easy to love him or not—which, at the end of the day, it was so easy to fall in love with him, even if she’s well aware that it’s much harder to keep him—and it doesn’t matter if he’s what she ever expected to want. It doesn’t matter if he’s keeping her entertained, not really. 

What matters is that he’s there. What matters is not if he’s easy to understand or easy to want, what matters is that being around him is like being free. Being around him gives her the freedom to be who she wants to, gives her the bravery to try to be who she actually is, at the end of the day. Being around him is like being set alight, like waking up after a long sleep to find that the world is just that much brighter now. 

What matters is that he’s trustworthy, and that he’s proved himself to be so again and again. What matters is that she cares about this boy who wormed his way into her heart despite all her defenses, despite all her crude remarks, despite all their differences. What matters is that—palatable, popular, suave, prettyboy or none of the above—she wants to stay at his side. 

She’ll do the work of loving him, she’ll put in the commitment and the effort to keep up with him. It’s not about being easy to want or easy to love. For her, love is about the act of trying. And oh, how she’ll try for him. 

Finally, she says, honestly, “I’m thinking about you.” 

He raises his eyebrows at that. He’s back to tearing tiny pieces of a paper apart, shredding it into small squares that flutter to the surface of the desk and pile up there like paper snowflakes. “What about me? I was talking about the fish of my childhood, it’s not really anything important to my psyche.” 

There it is—the way he downplays so much of what he says. Like he’s worried that she’ll think it has no value and so he’s trying to take the value away before she can do it for him. Something about that irks her a little; Elphaba has never wanted anything more than for him to trust her, with all of himself, and part of that is trusting that she cares. 

“Do you think we would have been friends if we met as kids?” she blurts out. 

It’s not really what she wanted to ask, not really what she had been thinking about, but the thought occurred to her when he asked that and she—she doesn’t really know the answer. She’s not sure if she even wants to know, but now the question is there, lingering in the air between them. 

He blinks, clearly not expecting the question. He pauses, thinking as he rips up that piece of paper. It looks like a blank sheet from a notebook, so no important notes are getting destroyed, but she really hopes it isn’t from the nice notebook. 

“I don’t know,” he says slowly. “You seem like you were pretty introverted as a kid, weren’t you? I might have been a bit too much for you. Too loud. Bright. Noisy.” 

“I suppose,” Elphaba says thoughtfully. “It would have been nice if we could have gotten along.” 

He shrugs, staring down at his pile of paper scraps. “I was…a lot. As a kid. Hard to handle.” 

“Maybe.” Elphaba watches the deft, easy movements of his hands as he sorts the scraps of paper into piles of large and medium and small sizes. “I was, too. To be fair.” 

He snorts. “What a pair we would have made. School jester and livewire introvert.” 

Elphaba rolls her eyes at the comparison, but doesn’t deny it. She does kind of walk through the world like a livewire, constantly balancing on the edge of electrifying everything around her. It was even worse as a child and she’s well aware of that. She does think it was—at least partially—justified, given how people treated her, but still. 

“School jester?” she asks, instead of arguing the point. 

“Something like that,” Fiyero says vaguely, flapping a hand in some random direction as if to dismiss the phrase. “The reputation immediately prior to ‘heartbreaker prince’ was probably ‘court fool.’”

She wants to say that that sounds kind of harsh, kind of cruel to himself, but he says it so neutrally that she doesn’t really know what to do with it. He sounds less like he’s offended by the words and more like he’s long since accepted them as gospel.

She still wants to argue with him, tell him that he’s so much more than either of those things. She wants to tell him all of the things that she sees in him, all of the brilliant, beautiful pieces to his heart that add up to so much more than an archetype. She wants to tell him that heartbreaker and court fool are impossibly small, diminishing words compared to all that she knows to be true of him. 

But for some reason, all of those words escape her. Maybe there just aren’t enough words in the language to explain all of that easily and simply. 

Instead, Elphaba asks him, “Is that why you do that?” 

“Do what?” 

She looks down at the book in her lap, running her finger along the spine in a smooth, grounding motion. He’s gone back to tearing the paper in half and the rhythmic sound of ripping paper is another grounding sense. 

“That thing you do,” Elphaba says, unhelpfully. He just stares at her, not understanding, and she sighs. He’s been receptive to this conversation so far, she might as well push her luck a little. Her words spill out faster, harsher, than she means them when she says, “That whole act. Like you don’t care about anything or want to try at anything, when I know you do. Is it because of that? Because you think that’s all you are?” 

Immediately, something in Fiyero’s expression closes off. “Don’t psychoanalyze me, Elphaba.” 

She swallows, looking up at him and standing her ground. She’s not sure it’s the right decision, but when has that really ever stopped her? “It’s just an observation.” 

He raises his eyebrows again—the only sign that he isn’t actually upset with her. “And what exacty are you observing right now?” 

“You’re never still,” Elphaba says. “Not physically, or mentally, or emotionally. You’re always moving onto the next idea or project, even if the first one doesn’t get finished. And the whole time, you’re trying to get people to keep up with you. Trying to keep them laughing.” 

“Is that really so bad of a thing?” he asks, something heavy in his voice. “To want to keep people entertained?” 

Elphaba shrugs. “Not necessarily.” 

They’re both quiet for a moment, staring at that unsorted pile of ripped up paper. His hands have stilled, but his knee is bouncing again. He hooks his foot around at the leg of the chair to still himself, as if now that she’s pointed it out, he’s too aware of it. She wonders for a moment how much of this he’s actually ever noticed about himself. 

Elphaba sighs again. She places the book on the nightstand and then neatly folds the blanket to her side so that she can stand up and cross the room to meet Fiyero at the desk chair. Slowly, she leans down to kiss him. It’s a tender, soft kiss; the kind of kiss that takes its time, because it’s in no rush to find anything more than what it is. 

Fiyero’s hands go to her waist, pulling her into his lap without breaking the kiss. When they finally pull apart, she’s sitting on top of him with one of his hands on her waist and the other on her thigh. She has her arms resting on his shoulders, hands stretched out behind his head. 

“But you’re more than that, you know.” 

Fiyero frowns, clearly having lost track of the conversation. He opens his mouth as if to ask what she means, and then it sinks in. She can see the moment that it does, the moment that it all falls into place. It settles on his expression like the paper shreds settle onto the desk. 

“And you don’t have to be the—the entertainment of the court for me to want to be around you.” 

Saying all of this is awkward, and strange, and vulnerable in a way that Elphaba is unfamiliar with. She doesn’t really know how to express her feelings like this. Between the two of them, Fiyero is the one always murmuring praise and compliments and truths that she’s still working on believing. 

You’re beautiful. So wonderful. So smart. The world in my arms. The moonlight pooling in my hands. Even if our time on this land is limited, at least I get this moment. Even if nothing else, I’m okay if I have this. Have you. So pretty. All mine, all yours. 

��You’re enough as you are,” Elphaba says, looking into his eyes, not quite sure how to read his expression at the moment. “However you want to be. I don’t need you to be the court entertainment for me to want to spend time with you. I’m not going anywhere. It’s good enough to just be around you, loud and exciting or quiet and calm.” 

She hesitates, waiting for him to say something. When he doesn’t, she chews at her lip for a moment before asking, “You do know that, right? That I’m not going anywhere if you tell a bad joke or a boring story or have a low day in general?” 

“I—” he cuts himself off, clearing his throat. 

He breaks eye contact, looking towards the desk and the pile of shreds of papers. One hand is tapping something out on her waist, a strange beat and pressure against her skin that she can’t quite place the melody of. 

“I know,” Fiyero finishes, in the way you would acknowledge something you didn’t know before that moment. Then, a little more confident, “I know.” 

She presses another slow kiss to his lips, bold in her ministrations of love as she moves her kisses to his cheek, to just below his earlobe, to his neck, to his collarbone. “It’s not a bad thing to be hard to handle. There’s very little you could do to scare me off at this point.” 

Fiyero lets out a shaky breath, pulling back slightly so that he can look at her, actually study her expression. 

Then he says the last thing she expected: “This is real, isn’t it?” 

Elphaba blinks. “I would hope so.” 

“No, I mean—” he waves a hand vaguely through the air, making some unreadable motion with it— “I mean, this is what it’s actually supposed to be like, isn’t it? I just—I lose track of things, and dates, and times. And I jump around my thoughts. And I don’t really know how to study. All things you value. But you’re here.” 

“Yeah,” Elphaba says slowly. “And I get angry and defensive, and snap at people, and sometimes throw things with my mind accidentally when I’m angry. And you’re here.” 

“I am,” Fiyero says, a smile growing over his face. “I am here.” 

Elphaba hums, and before she can reply, he’s kissing her again. He murmurs something into her mouth, something that she doesn’t quite catch, something that sounds like I love you but she can’t really be sure. They’ve never said that before. 

Still, it’s kind of a shame he didn’t say it louder. She would have said it back. But for the time being, she just returns the kiss, and keeps the thought clenched close to her heart. 

[bunnysnuff]

A brothers advice.

Pairing: Elphaba Thropp x reader, sibling!Fiyero Tiggular x sibling!reader.

Trigger warnings; none.

Requests.

Fiyero had always been protective of his younger sister, but lately, he'd noticed something that made him smirk with amusement. You were always sneaking glances at Elphaba, your eyes lingering on her whenever she wasn't looking. Fiyero, being the observant older brother, was quick to pick up on your quiet crush. But rather than tease you directly, he decided to step in—with his own brand of help.

One evening, as the two of you walked through the halls of Shiz University, Fiyero leaned in with that devil-may-care grin of his. "So," he started, his voice low and teasing, "I’ve noticed something interesting."

You raised an eyebrow, trying to keep your composure. "What do you mean?"

He grinned wider, clearly enjoying himself. "You like Elphaba, don’t you?"

You froze for a second, embarrassed, but then you just shrugged. "Maybe," you admitted, unable to deny it. "She’s smart, kind, and..." You trailed off, feeling like a schoolgirl caught with a crush.

Fiyero chuckled, clearly amused by your bashfulness. "Well, lucky for you, I happen to know a thing or two about getting someone's attention."

"What, like teaching me how to play tricks and impress people with my dazzling personality?" you asked, half-joking.

He winked. "Exactly. Flirting 101, taught by none other than your big brother."

You laughed, rolling your eyes. "I’m not sure if I should take that seriously. You and your 'charming' ways."

But despite your skepticism, Fiyero launched into his version of flirting advice—much of it ridiculous, but entertaining nonetheless. He had you practicing how to toss your hair just so, how to make a mysterious entrance, how to speak in a tone that conveyed both confidence and intrigue. Every time Elphaba was near, Fiyero would whisper, "Show her what you’ve got," his voice both teasing and oddly supportive.

You tried, not expecting much. But when Elphaba looked your way, a glint of curiosity in her eyes, your heart fluttered. Fiyero caught that look on your face, satisfied with the effect. "See? Told you. You’ve got this."

But the more time you spent with Elphaba, the more you realized that what Fiyero had been teaching you wasn’t what was needed at all. It wasn’t about playing games or acting coy; it was about being honest. You saw Elphaba for who she really was—the fiery, passionate, complicated person who wasn’t interested in pretending. And you were no longer interested in pretending either.

One day, after another round of Fiyero's antics, you found yourself alone with Elphaba in the courtyard. No flirting tricks, no overthought gestures—just you and her, speaking openly.

"Fiyero’s been teaching me how to flirt," you said with a laugh, shrugging at how absurd it sounded. "But I think I’ve been going about this all wrong."

Elphaba tilted her head in curiosity, her lips curving into a soft smile. "Oh really? And what exactly have you been doing wrong?"

You took a deep breath, deciding to abandon all the tricks and just be yourself. "I guess... I’ve been trying to get your attention in all the wrong ways. What I really want to say is that I like you, Elphaba. I’ve liked you for a while."

There was a long pause, and your heart raced. You half-expected her to laugh or turn away, but instead, Elphaba took a step closer, her eyes searching yours. "I’m glad you said that," she said quietly, her voice soft. "Because I’ve been feeling the same way."

Suddenly, it all clicked. The charm wasn’t in Fiyero’s advice—it was in being genuine. And as Elphaba took your hand, you realized that maybe your brother's ridiculous flirting lessons had led to something even more precious: a chance to be honest with the person you cared about.

The next time you saw Fiyero, he caught your smile and raised an eyebrow. "So? How did it go?"

You grinned at him, feeling both amused and a little exasperated. "You know, you might be good at making people laugh, but I think I figured it out without your so-called 'charming' tips."

Fiyero chuckled, pride in his eyes. "Well, whatever works. I’m just glad it all worked out."

And just like that, the brother who had once teased you about your crush had become the one to nudge you toward the love you’d both been waiting for. You, Elphaba, and Fiyero—three unlikely people, brought together in the most unexpected of ways.

[dayas]

Prompt 27: "I’m pregnant." Fiyeraba

Maybe post-canon where either Elphaba got pregnant during ALAYM or after she transforms him back into a human 🤔

Anon! Oh my goodness, this is so scandalocious!

Let me see what I can do 🙏🏽

Drabble Prompts

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She remembered it all. She remembered his hands roaming over her, pulling her closer against his bare body. Her name falling from his lips like a star in the sky, over and over. His name leaving hers in higher pitches, her nails digging into his back. She remembered thinking that nothing else mattered, as long as she was his and he was hers. For one single night, she was reckless.

For one single night, she was wicked.

It was a mistake she shouldn’t have repeated.

After she managed to return Fiyero to his original form, Elphaba was overcome. They spent another night together, entangled, so close she was certain to part with him would mean death for them both.

A few weeks later, she was spilling the contents of her breakfast out onto the ground, pure fear coursing through her veins. She’d never been prone to vomiting, even as a child, even under cases of extreme duress or sadness. She wracked her brain, trying to think of what could have possibly brought this on. It hit her a moment later, and her hands flew to her stomach. She calculated, considering the timing, the lack of a particular covering or separation, and the fact that she had never expelled her favorite breakfast before.

Great Oz.

How was she supposed to tell him? They were in no way prepared to be parents, she couldn’t fathom having a child now. Not when there was still so much to be done in Oz.

She had considered it once, briefly, what a family of her own would look like. Someone little, half of her and half of him. The wanting had burned through her so fiercely that she’d buried it under every single emotion she had. One day, perhaps. But not like this.

Elphaba set off, finding Fiyero in their room.

“I need to tell you something.”

Immediately, he stopped what he was doing.

“What is it?” Fiyero said softly, approaching her. Elphaba claimed his hand, threading her fingers through his. She gave it a single, hard squeeze.

“You know you can tell me anything, right?”

Fiyero’s murmur was accompanied by his free hand cupping her cheek. Elphaba closed her eyes, sighing, “I know.”

She took the hand that was holding his, pressed it gently against her stomach, and told him.

“I’m pregnant.”

She opened her eyes after, watching Fiyero’s face shift as he processed the news. He was quiet for a few seconds. Then, he brought her hand up to his lips and kissed it.

“What do you want to do?”

She leaned her head into his chest, wrapping her arms tightly around his middle. He held her, his cheek resting against the top of her head.

“I don’t know. I don’t think I want this right now. I do want a family with you, eventually, but I just don’t think that this is the right time.”

It hurt, as all things seemed too lately.

Fiyero took her face in his hands.

“We have time, Elphaba.”

“We do?”

Her voice cracked. He nodded.

“We do. So when we’re both ready for it, we can consider adding on to you and me. We should discuss it first, though, at length.”

“I completely agree.”

She leaned forward, kissing him quickly.

“When did you become so sensible?”

Fiyero smiled against her lips.

“I learned from studying you, of course.”

He dropped another kiss against her neck.

“You do realize this means we’ll have to be more careful.”

Elphaba’s chuckle was sharp — he’d startled it out of her. She exhaled, running her fingers through his hair to calm herself.

“I think we can manage that.”

[musingsofad4ydreamer]

Quite Hours | Fiyero Tigelaar x Male Reader

Fandom: Wicked

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Fiyero Tigelaar x Male Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 710

~ Requests are open ~ Taglist is open

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.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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 ~

[yeetfanficccc]

Love is for other people Boq Woodsman x reader oneshot Wicked musical

Concept- Shiz years AU(everyone is just vibing at Shiz and nothing goes wrong because I can’t emotionally do that right now) 

(Y/N) is one of Galinda’s friends trying to get her to admit her and Elphaba like eachother. Boq takes an interest in (Y/N) instead of Galinda. Nessa is just vibing and doesn’t like Boq because plot connivence. Fiyero is Fiyeroing in the background. I made up some fun Ozian words for Galinda to say! Not proofread, gender neutral reader

“So, you like her right?” 

“What!” Galinda gasped in her high-pitch tone clutching her chest, “I positively do not! That would be absurd, impossilosious even. We are just friends...” She spoke the last word in a breathy sigh, her long eyelashes fluttering. “Very good friends.” 

“Friends that stare at each other longingly from across the room?” Just that moment Galinda’s face snapped back to me from her not so obvious turn to Elphaba across the lunchroom during our conversation. ShenShen and Pfannee were eating near us and were only kind of aware of Galinda’s crush, so she leaned in further to me. 

“Hm.” She crossed her arms with a pout, “(Y/N) you’re too perceptive-its frustafacating!”

“You should tell her, really. From the way she looks at you, I think she might like you to.”

“Really?!” Galinda shot up from her seat eyes a blaze, “I mean… that would be nice.”

“I don’t know for sure of course. But you’ll never know if you don’t ask. Just think about it.”

“That’s the problem, I am very bad at thinkafacating when she’s around. My mind goes to mush. It’s very… very… oh I don’t know…”  

Galinda looked longingly at Elphaba on the other side of the cafeteria. 

Ever since the night at the OzDust, Galinda’s true view on Elphaba seemed to bubble to the surface. She pretended to hate her for so long that once they admitted they should at least be friends, all those deep-seated emotions were at a boiling point. For weeks now, (Y/N) watched as her most confident, cheery friend turned into a blushing idiot whenever a certain green witch was around. Really, it was adorable. 

In a way, I was a bit jealous. Sure, I’d had my fair share of crushes, but no one who made me feel like I was dancing on clouds high in the sky. So, I resigned myself to love from the sidelines. I supported my friends, kept my fancies to myself, and pretended it didn’t bother me. Love was for other people, not me. 

“Oh! Elphie is coming this way.” Galinda grinned, “how do I look?” 

“Beautiful as always. I’ll leave you to it.” I patted her on the back, “good luck.”

After a nod and signature toss-toss, Galinda shifted her focus from me entirely to Elphaba. I snuck away, smiling at seeing my friend so happy. My afternoon class wasn’t for another 20 minutes, so I decided to take a walk as a little treat. Shiz had breathtaking grounds, it was one of the main reasons I came here, I liked to take advantage of whenever able. 

“(Y/N)!” a familiar voice called waving his arms up and down. My soft smile grew.

Before, I knew it, Boq appeared at my side, “hey Boq!”

“Lovely day, isn’t it?” he said with a sheepish grin, “the clouds are umm… cloudy!”

“Boq, have you ever been in love?”

“What?” his face turned as red as his hair. 

“Sorry.” I laughed, “That was sudden of me. I just never have and was wondering what it felt like.”

“Oh.” A small disappoint fell over his face, “well I-I have.” 

“Really? How long did you date them?”

“Oh, we never dated. It’s just this person I really admire…they’re kind, smart, and endlessly breathtaking… they’re probably out of my league though.”

“Wait is this current? How come you never told me!” I grabbed my friend’s hands, and the poor boy looked like he was on the verge of passing out “sorry, sorry I got excited.”

“Don’t be sorry. You never need to apologize to me.” He said with sudden seriousness. It took me aback a bit, even making my cheeks heat up.

“Are you ever going to tell them? About how you feel?” 

“I want to. Even if it’s just so they could know how amazing they are. But it’s terrifying. I don’t want to mess anything up.”

“That’s really hard.” I directed us to a clearing and laid on the ground. Boq followed suit, our eyes to the bright blue overhead. The wind swept past us, and for a moment the rest of the world fell away. 

“That cloud,” he pointed, “what do you see?”

“A dog. No wait, a girl maybe.”

“I see a scarecrow….and next to him is a lion, with a man- but not a regular man he’s stiff- like he’s made of tin.” 

“How?” I teased shaking him, “how did you unlock such a clear vision? I just see clouds!”

“(Y/N), there’s something I really want to tell you but-“

“Well look at these two lovebirds!” 

I peeked up to see Fiyero, hands on hips, gazing down at us with his perfect face. 

“Hey Fiyero…” Boq sighed, “Wait. What did you call us?!”

“I was just going to my favorite slack off spot only to find it occupied by you two. So, naturally I assumed this was some kind of romantic tryst. And during the school day no less! I must say I’m rather impressed.”

“Move, we want to look at the clouds not you.” I sat up. Boq next to me was clearly a bit frustrated.

“You’d be the first.” Fiyero contested. I mean, he wasn’t wrong, “Well, if this isn’t a date then I guess I’m free to ask (Y/N) on one.”

“WHAT?” Boq and I said in unison. 

Fiyero was nice as a friend, but I would never want to be with someone like him. He just wasn’t serious about anything including me. I had no idea where this was coming from. 

“You, me. Tonight, at the Ozdust.” 

“Well I don’t know what to say really…” 

“Wait!” Boq said way louder than he intended to, based on the growing exasperation on his face. “I want to say something first. (Y/N), I don’t want to freak you out but the person I was talking about earlier was you.  We’ve been friends for a few months now and I always have so much fun when I’m with you. You make everyone around you happier and brighten their lives. I think you’re incredible- but I understand if you just want to be friends. All I want is for you to be happy.” 

“Boq,” I choked, “that was the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard. I would love to go on a date with you, to try things out.” 

“Please say I’m not dreaming.”

“You’re welcome.” Fiyero patted Boq’s head.

“Did-did you ask them out just because you knew I’d intervene?!” Boq stood up glaring at the prince.

“I like helping people. Besides it worked! Not that I wouldn’t want that date if this doesn’t work out…” Fiyero leaned down and kissed my hand, “but I want to see my friends happy.”

“We’re not friends.” Boq corrected. 

Fiyero sauntered off whistling and I was left picking up the pieces of what the hell just happened. 

“Did you really mean what you said?”

“Of course.” Boq blushed.

“Well Woodsman,” I kissed his cheek, “I’ll see you tonight, 7.” 

~ a month or so later

"And then Fiyero asked me out which lead Boq to finally confess!" I recounted my boyfriend Boq and I's coming together for the 100th time. I loved the story.

"Still, nothing is better than Galinda here stopping in the middle of her sentence to tell me that she dreams of me every night and just kept going like nothing happened." Elphaba laughed as her girlfriend lovingly pouted.

"I was covering my bases!" Galinda defended.

"All you had to do was ask and I would have done my Boq magic on you." Fiyero jumped in.

"I would have confessed on my own!" Boq tensed grabbing me tighter. My heart skipped a beat every time he got adorably defensive. Which around Fiyero, was a lot. "Eventually..."

"Please with my sister, it would have taken nothing. She would tell me about how frustratingly lovely Galinda was nearly everyday..." Nessa Rose giggled.

As I looked at my friends around me and my loving boyfriend at my side I sighed. My heart was bursting at the seams. Maybe love wasn't just for other people, maybe love could be found in the most unexpected places and people. Like a way too handsome munchkin boy who was brave enough to spill his guts to me after some clouds in the sky.

[doodleimprovement]

Shiz Babysitters AU: The Aftermath of a Twister

Premise: How Fiyero found Dorothy

Characters: Fiyero, Dorothy, Boq

AO3 Link: Coming Soon!

Author Notes: It begiiiiiiiins :3c

If you asked Fiyero Tigelaar what his talents were, he’d tell you it was “enjoying life” 

If you tried instead to ask about his aptitude, he’d reply with a grin and a glib joke about his attitude. 

If, in your growing frustration, you ask him if he was good at anything that mattered, he’d say that nothing does. 

These were all lies, obviously, because everyone is good at something! 

Prince Fiyero however, preferred lowered expectations. Under-promise? Over-deliver!

That’s why he was skipping class! Not because math made him feel actually stupid

Nope. Not at all. 

Besides, he needed to see what the forest around Shiz looked like after that wild storm last night. 

His roommate said it was a rare phenomena called a “twister”, and that they were often omens - often carrying magic within them. 

And a part of Fiyero - the curious part he rarely indulged in - urged him to see whatever this so-called twitter had brought to Shiz. 

As he started his rather casual exploration, he took in what differences he could notice. There weren't a lot, but if you knew where to look, you could tell something blew through. 

Some trees were stripped of their leaves, a few branches hanging on by a thread, and - pointedly - a distinct lack of any lower-case animals wandering around. That meant the storm had gotten pretty nasty on the ground. 

Fiyero wondered if he should have brought Feldspur with him - if only for the company. 

But then his eyes caught something that definitely had not been there on his last nature walk. 

Wood - Planks - A Wall?

As it came into view, he realized it was some small shed-like structure. Two meters on one side, a little less on the other, with some splintered wood at the bottom, showing it was forcibly moved. Comically, the door was closed. 

“Huh… Did the twister bring this here?” He muttered to himself, before hearing something go THUNK! causing him to jump. 

Oh, sweet Oz, was there something inside??

There was a little noise, it didn’t sound like an animal, or an Animal… 

At a bit of a loss for what to do, he… knocked. 

“Uhm, hello? Is someone in here? Something?” 

The door rattled, and then slowly opened. 

There was nothing at Fiyero’s eye level. His eyes traveled down… down.. Until he made eye contact with a pair of brown, very human, eyes. 

Oh, oh there’s a child in here!! 

“Hello there! You probably shouldn’t be here, hm?” 

The little girl staring up at him looked rather disheveled, in a young child’s dress with a dirtied gingham pattern and high neckline. Her hair was in some unkempt braids tied with what looked like twine. She was only wearing one shoe. 

Fiyero didn’t need to use much deep thought to figure out that she wasn’t from around here. 

She wasn’t saying anything. He could see the fear in those big eyes. 

Taking a page from his nanny’s book, he took a second to get down on one knee so he was no longer towering over the girl. 

“You’re not from around here?” He offered, and she shook her head. “Well, do you know where you are?” She shook her head again “You’re near Shiz University, in Gillikin?” 

Her confused expression was not a good sign. 

“Huh, you’re a long way from home then! Shiz is all the way in Central Gillikin, so if you don’t even recognize that name you must be from far off!” He explained, keeping his tone light. “So, where are you from then? Vinkus?” 

She shook her head. 

“Munchkin Land?”

She shook her head again. 

“Quadling Country?”

She giggled a little at the name, expression seeming calmer as she shook her head once more. 

“Heh, it is a bit of a funny name, isn’t it?” He admitted “But those are all of the major provinces here in Oz… Where are you from then, if you don’t mind me asking?” He offered the little girl a smile, and her hands finally left the door, going to grab onto her dress 

“... Kansas” Her sweet little voice rung out, a little hoarse, a little nervous “Been raised in Topeka but I’d been moved t’Butler County” 

Oh. Wow. Fiyero hadn’t heard of any of those places. He pondered, briefly, if he shouldn’t have skipped geography, but then remembered that he knew every major province in Oz as a necessity of being a prince, and there was no way that if she was of Oz, that he wouldn’t have heard of at least one of those places. 

“Well… I’ve never been to this “Can-Sass” you speak of” He started “Nor of a “Toe-peek-ah” and the only butler I know is the one at my family castle in Vinkus” 

“... Castle?” 

Hah. Just as he planned. 

“Castle! I’m a prince, you know!” 

She shook her head “Uh-uh, I don’t know!” 

Happy to get her talking more, he took a chance to stand up “Well, that’s because I haven’t introduced myself!” He bowed as low as he could possibly go, comically so, and was pleased when he got his desired reaction of giggles. 

“Prince Fiyero Tigelaar of the Vinkus!” He popped his head back up to look at her “And to who do I have the pleasure of speaking with?” 

She was bouncing on the balls of her feet, with a little - and very adorable - smile on her face “My - My name’s Dorothy” 

“Dorothy. Ah! What a lovely name! Dorothy of Kansas: has a ring to it, wouldn't you say?” 

Shrugging her one shoulder, she looked around the forest they were in, and Fiyero pointedly noticed that the animals were starting to return. While this forest was mostly harmless for the adult students at Shiz, it was no place for children. 

Fiyero may be a fool, but he was not heartless. 

“Now, Little Miss Dorothy!” He caught her full attention again “As a fancy prince with good manners, I cannot - In good conscience! - leave a fair young lady by herself!” He got another giggle from her as he waved his hand around before offering it “I’m sure you don’t wanna stay in the forest, do you?” 

She seemed to take a look around the fantastical forest, and gave a shake of her head again, taking his hand. Her little hand was completely enveloped in his. Fiyero wondered if all kids were this tiny and adorable - not like he spent a lot of time with children. 

“Wher’ we goin?” She asked meekly. 

“Well, I’m gonna walk you over to the school I'm going to!” He explained “There’s a lot of people there that can help you out. Certainly you would like to return to this “Can-Sass”” 

She nodded “Mhm, uh-huh. My Auntie Em gotta be lookin’ f’r me” She contemplated. 

“Your auntie? She watches you?” 

Dorothy nodded again as Fiyero started leading the way with her in hand “Her an’ my Uncle Henry” 

“Ahh aunt and uncle. Watching you for your parents - awful nice of them!” 

Dorothy went quiet at that, not responding to him. When he looked down at her, she was starting at the forest floor. Her hand was limp in his. 

Oh. Okay. Parents are a bad topic. Abort - Abort! 

“Say - does Can-sass have universities?” 

“Huh?” 

“Does your land have big schools like Shiz? Do you perhaps go to one?”

She looked back up at him at the question “I don’t go to school yet. Auntie Em says I don’t gotta go till next year. I was s’posed to go this year, but that was in Topeka…” 

“Is Topeka different from Butler County?” He questioned, and she nodded - sure did like to nod and shake her head, didn’t she?

“They’re very different, Mister Prince F’yero” 

“Care to try to explain to me? I know nothing of your strange foreign land!” He grinned “Please, do explain!!” 

“Uhh, uhm, well, Topeka…” 

She didn’t use a lot of big words, and there was some humming to fill space, but it got her talking, and that was what he wanted to get that sad little expression off of her face. 

Once they got to Shiz, he’d find a professor and hand her off so one of the faculty could get her taken care of. Easy! His good deed for today. 

It was a good thing the girl was so charming, he would certainly remember her fondly

--

Boq Woodsman had what could generously be called mixed feelings on his roommate. 

On the one hand, he was a prince, coasting through his life. 

On the other hand, he was actually a pretty decent friend, all things considered. 

He wasn’t being a good friend now, what with missing for most of the day, but that wasn’t currently relevant. 

What was relevant was his roommate, showing up wearing a hooded cape with a child clinging to his leg. 

“.... Hello there, Boq” Fiyero’s fake smile overtook his face “This is Dorothy!” 

The little girl, looking a little disheveled and missing a shoe (though she didn't seem bothered by it) gave him a shy wave from behind Fiyero’s leg. 

“.... Fiyero- Why is there a child here?” 

“Ah, yes, the why. Can I delay that question while we get out that cot under your bed?” The prince took off the cloak after he shut the door to their dorm room, and hung it up right on the hooks. “Dorothy could use a rest - we’ve had an eventful afternoon, haven’t we?” 

She nodded up to him, staring at the prince like he hung the moon, which made Boq roll his eyes. She did look tired, and clearly there was a story here. 

“Fine. Fine.”The munchkin stood up from his desk “But you better explain everything” 

“You have my word, friend - Are you ready for a little rest, Little Dot?” 

Boq sighed, marching over his bed and pulling the cot out, mentally preparing himself for whatever ridiculous story his roommate was about to tell him. 

It’d be interesting, if nothing else. 

[gayasstransbish]

Got bored wrote a tincrow fanfiction, it's not good by any means but again there is not enough content about them.

M/M

Teen

I don't know how many words, feel free to count them.

Boq sat on a rock not to far from the others of the group. Dorothy was sleeping curled up with the lion toto resting in her lap. It was peaceful at night, no Wicked Witch, or Elphaba as he once know her, just the night sky and the gentle whisper of the wind.

He had found since the loss of his heart and turning to tin, he lacked the need for rest. The same with the Scarecrow who sat just a few feet away from him, his straw hair blowing in the soft wind.

Boq found it strange, for a man without a heart, his chest always seemed to squeeze when the Scarecrow was around. The idiot without a brain, with no name, no memory.

Fiyero knew the tin man was staring, he could feel it, he might be brainless but he always knew. He knew it was Boq the second he saw him. Despite the tin skin and almost full lack of his red curls instead of a small amount on the left side of his head, though those were more like wires.

He knew he couldn't know who he was, not if his plan was to work. But some part of him, some small part felt bad for not telling his old friend, to hide this from him. He was well awear of how Boq felt, he felt it to, some small fluttering in his chest, his hay filled chest.

Finally Boq spoke, his jaw slight squeaking as he did so.

"Life before this, who were you? "

Fiyero knew the question was to come soorner or later, he knew he couldn't say, no matter how much it pained him.

"I don't remember much"

"Nothing?" Boq questioned slightly caught off guard by the answer, surely he must remember something, his name at least.

"I know one thing"

He faced the Scarecrow fully as he spoke, being sure to show him he was listening.

"I had someone, someone who loved me"

Fiyero went back to his faded memories of Elphaba, her soft smile and quiet laugh. If he wasn't made of straw he was sure he'd be blushing.

"Who" Boq asked before he could stop himself, immediately regretting the question as he saw he Scarecrow flinch.

"I don't know" he turned at looked at Boq, "but whoever they are, I hope they're okay"

Bow looked away, his empty chest aching. He had someone, someone to love him, to care for him. Something Boq didn't, something he wanted.

"Who were you?"

The question was a whisper, carried by the wind to his tin ears. He turned to face the Scarecrow, the small flutter returning.

"Boq" he aswerd "Boq woodsman"

"Well, Boq, you can call me scare,since I have no other name"

He laughed slightly, his jaw creaking softly.

"I like it"

Fiyero smiled, at least for this moment he had someone else, for this moment maybe he could love something, someone. At least till his memories were fully there.

Boq's hand slid gently to hold the Scarecrows, he knew whatever this was would be gone when the met the wizard. But till then, on this long path, maybe Boq, a heartless man, could learn to love again.

[punk-o-ween]

WICKED .... THAT MOVIE. WAS SO LIFE CHANGING. THAT MOVIE WAS SO GOOD PLEASPLEPALSPELSPSLS this is ABSOLUTELY a yap session so if u dont wanna hear abt that then thats why theres a cut PLUS THERES INSANE SPOILERS SO and also dont mind me sounding like a newbie i watched the musical but i forgot everything so uhm....

THERES ALSO SOME ZARI LORE IN THIS YAP SO !!! long story short: 10/10 absolutely gorgeous and beautiful but some parts did disturb me a little :-)

so i wanted to go see this SO BAD because i actually watched the musical thru slime tutorials because my uncle (not biologically, hes a meteorologist that works at the job i intern at and the job my dad works at as a director) requested it because he ALWAYS plays defying gravity everytime im there and i was like omg this shit is SO GOOd when the movie comes out ill be the first one there

and i was *PRIME EXAMPLE* 🗣️🗣️

this movie. oh my god. that was LIFECHANGING. i love how the story of wicked itself is just how to treat others the way u wanna be treated okay like its not that hard i fear...my mum said that she liked this movie mostly because of the indirect reference to how real life is with black women and girls who had to deal with what elphaba went thru and how just your skin colour can change everyone's perspective on you and my mum was so true for that 😕

but anyway, aside from that, that movie was LESBIAN. SO SO SOS OS SO SO SO SO HOMOSEXUAL I WAS ROLLING MY EYES THE ENTIRE MOVIE LIKE BITCH IF YALL DONT KISS ALREADY LITERALLY WAS RIPPING MY HAIR OUT ☹️☹️☹️ there was a scene where they both fell on glinda's bed together snd glinda was looking SO fondly at elphaba i thought they were abt to kiss PLUS THERE WAS A SCENE WHERE GLINDA GOT CLOSE TO ELPHABA'S FACE MEOWMEOWMEOWMO LESBIAN.

side note rq. fiyero MEOWWWW HMU BABYGIRL bro bro bro. hear me out PLEASE PLEASE he is SO FUCKING GORGEOUS the way him and glinda were like spinning around eachother omfg i turned to my mum so fast and said "GIRLLL 🤤🤤" like clean up on aisle my pants IM KIDDING

ANYWAY BACK TO THE MAIN PLOT, i love the little references to the wizard of oz! i never watched the og wizard of oz but i ALWAYS watched the wiz growing up (the one with diana ross as dorothy) and so omg!! there was a scene with a little lion that fiyero and elphaba saved from that fuckass history teacher (ill get to that soon) and i think that was the cowardly lion eeek ! plus there was a scene where glinda clicked her red heels together I FREAKED OUT plus they COLOURED THE YELLOW BRICK ROAD YELLOW WHATSYSGSHEH i just UGEHEG

now to the disturbing parts.... the animal cruelty in this movie did make my stomach turn a bit like im glad they touched on the fact that animals r treated so so so badly but damn that kinda made me sick

THE SINGING IN THIS MOVIE WAS SO FUCKING ON TOP I DONT WANNA HEAR IT. CYNTHIA AND ARIANA ATE TO THE SKIES BRO THEY LEFT NOT A SINGLE CRUMB IN SIGHT IF THEY DONT GET LIKE 5 GRAMMIES FROM THIS ILL KMS THE DEFYING GRAVITY PART. THE ICONIC AAUWYUAHAUAAAUAUHHHHHHH BRO. CYNTHIA LITERALLY DEVOURED I CANT EXPLAIN.

AND ALSO WHOEVER DID COSTUME DESIGNING BETTER GET 5 OSCARS THE ENTIRE MOVIE I WAS LIKE woauhhhh BC THE FITS R SO GORGEOUS? GLINDA HAD LIKE 500 OF THEM THE ENTIRE MOVIE THEYRE ALL SO GORG STOP.

anyway i think thats it for my yap....main points here is just that those two r fucking lesbians and ill die on this hill idc if its alone or with a community bc THEYRE GAY FOR EACHOTHER. until elphaba started singing abt fiyero bro get outta here.....

[polyarmy]

The Wicked mania bug bit me so hard i tore my place apart looking for the laptop I had during my last Wicked mania phase, when I had downloaded a bunch of boots. The laptop is in horrible condition - loose hinge, broken trackpad, sticky keyboard - and I'm really relieved that I'm taking these files off of it and making sure I save them for posterity.

I was appalled to find out that Past Me didn't label anything, and right now it seems I've definitely accidentally Lost Some Files. But if nothing else, I still have a recording of the cast I saw on Broadway that started everything for me: Julia, Kendra, and Sebastian you three still have my heart as my fave thropple. No one else has ever done it like them for me. Julia Murney always stands out for me as a 'witchy' Elphaba, one of the few Elphabas who actually has a facial profile similar to Margaret Hamilton and gave off strong vibes that 'oh yes I can really believe she grows into being the MGM witch'. I loved that Julia leaned into it too by often making her performance very snarky and cackly. Kendra is also such an adorably bouncy and giggly Glinda, it is impossible to stop myself from smiling during her Popular. Meanwhile Sebastian hands down is my favorite stage Fiyero not only because he's literally married to one of his Elphabas, but he also had hair long enough to actually do Glinda's 'toss toss' with his hair and he *would*, and I was so delighted by that. The three of them had so much good chemistry and are definitely a big part of why I'm such a huge Gliyeraba truther because I believed in how much they cared about each other.

I also still have a complete show with Alli Mauzey Glinda and I'm so grateful cuz she really was one of the great Glindas. Tons of spunk, and she was fondly remembered for being one of the crazier Glindas who made the audience burst into laughter. Arianna's movie Glinda isn't all that much like Alli's but I definitely think she drew some comedic inspiration from Alli (flopping on the bed to pout during Popular). She was also a fairly tall Glinda! I had forgotten that. It catches me off guard since Alli has such a sweet, doe-eyed face, but she makes so many of her Elphies look like angry little girls lol. Her Elphaba in this show was Donna Vivino and Donna is a fantastic Elphaba - very solid and one I would recommend people watch and listen to in the role. I have a near-complete show with Willemijn Verkaik as Elphaba which I'm grateful for. I'm missing the very end, but most of the show is there and at least there's that. I respect her immensely since she's played Elphaba in multiple languages and sounds great in every one. She also has a 'witchier' face profile and I consider her to be one of the greatest stage Elphabas of all time because of her history in the role. As an aside I love that she was also Elsa in Frozen, not only as her movie dub voice but *got to play her onstage* and that is amazing to me;

I am sadly missing a huge chunk of a show with Derrick Williams as Fiyero. He had a fantastic personality as Fiyero (which is saying something because very few Fiyeros stand out to me) and was always notable for being not only an early Fiyero, but a black Fiyero. I actually do have *most* of the show, but the biggest shame about this file is that it had Megan Hilty as Glinda and she was also famous for being a crazy Glinda. I wish I could have a full file with both of these actors.

if anyone wants to talk to me about favorite Wicked casts please message me I would love to

[practically-an-x-man]

Your OCs and their lives just got isekai'd into the Wizard of Oz. Whose parts do they all take over?

Oooh, alright! Very interesting! And for the record, I'm going to sort of combine the Wizard of Oz lore with Wicked lore, since I felt like Wicked really added more history and dimension to the characters (that will make it easier to fit my OCs into the story)

Rae: So, she's actually a very innately courageous person, almost to the point of being foolhardy... which means it could be very interesting to see her with her courage magically taken away, and her seeking to recover it. The Cowardly Lion.

Robin: The Tin Man. Much like Rae, it's more about what traits in her are already strong (in this case, her love and protectiveness for the people around her), and how it would be interesting to see her seek to recover that if it were taken away.

Katherine: I can't see her as anything but the Good Witch/Glinda, honestly. I mean, Glinda is a bit more vain than Katherine is, but if we go from the side of those deep platonic connections with her friends, not to mention her magic... I just don't know what other role she could possibly be!

Madison: Actually, I'm going to give her Dorothy. She's struggled with finding homes, and even ran away from her childhood home, so it would be fun to see how she copes with being thrown into a fantasy land and trying to find her way back to what's familiar. (Plus, that implies that Bravo would take the place of Toto, which is a very funny substitution considering Bravo is a 150lb wolfdog)

Jasper: The Wizard himself. I mean, putting up a front, promising grandeur in an effort to escape the vulnerability underneath... That got a little existential, but it works. Plus, he'd certainly look like the product of another world, with the punk look and dyed hair and all. The Munchkins would take one look and think for sure that he was some kind of otherworldly god XD

Ophelia: I'm going to give her the Wicked Witch. She's among my most morally grey characters, and could even have fun in a role like that. Plus, if we dig into Wicked lore and Elphaba a bit more, Ophelia has also had poor luck in love/community, and her story lines up a fair amount.

Quinn: Hm... Scarecrow. Again, I'm going a bit more off of Wicked than the original Wizard of Oz, particularly the scene where Fiyero is taken away and tortured because he wouldn't give Elphaba up. Quinn has done the same sort of thing, accepting pain and torture for the sake of love, and she does in fact get her long-awaited reunion at the end (much like Elphaba and Fiyero). Plus, it would give her a break from the joint pain for a while, and she'd appreciate that.

Kestrel: Chistery/one of the flying monkeys. No particular reason, they'd just have fun flying around and causing a bit of minor havoc

[gemsofthegalaxy]

Dancing - Fiyeraba month 2

[To preface, I am already late, because I misunderstood the timeline of the prompts. and I also was not finished this on the weekend. oops.

My contribution is the WIP Chapter 3 of my Yet Unnamed Regency!AU fic. Full disclosure, I am not sure yet exactly how the relationship between Glinda and Elphaba will shake out, if they're more qpr or Elphaba simply has romantic feelings for both Glinda and Fiyero, but the focus of the fic is Fiyeraba I promise, so hopefully this still countes!! That being said, the chapter starts off with Glinda and Elphie dancing, and ends with Elphie and Fiyero dancing and talking about marrying, ft. jealous!Fiyero in the middle because i love that.

Without further adieu~ ]

“Elphie! You were gone so long,” Glinda said, reaching out to grasp her hand, always so outwardly affectionate.

“I decided to get some air in the gardens,” Elphaba explained, and Glinda smiled.

“You have a flower in your hair,” Glinda observed, lifting her hand as if to touch it but not quite disturbing it, “and it’s pink!”

“That it is,” Elphaba agreed.

“Pink and green do go so- well- together,” Glinda said, and Elphaba smiled, more earnestly, glancing down at the ground, and then back up again.

“That they do,” she said softly.

For a moment, it was as if they were the only ones standing in the ballroom. Other than Fiyero, Glinda was the only person who made Elphaba feel this way, her undivided attention having a way of creating a bubble around the two of them, lowering her defenses, making them the center of the universe.

Then, Glinda spoke again, “Oh, let’s dance, Elphie! Please.”

Elphaba stiffened slightly, as Glinda made her eyes big and wide. She threw in a pout a moment later, hand skimming along Elphaba’s dance card, which was empty, as usual.

A few times, the prior season, Glinda had roped Elphaba into a dance with her. It was always at least mildly begrudging. Dancing just brought so much attention to them, and Elphaba generally preferred to be ignored rather than regarded with scorn.

But, Glinda was a difficult person for anyone to resist, let alone Elphaba, who had become her best friend.

“Oh- just once,” Elphaba said, and Glinda’s face lit up like a firework.

“Oh, Elphie, thank you,” Glinda said, taking her dance card to scroll her name in big loopy letters along it.

Then, Elphaba wrote her name on Glinda’s as well, and they took to the floor.

It was not quite as common for two women to dance with each other, but it was not at all unheard of, either. It could become an odd dynamic, at times. All across Oz, it was perfectly acceptable to marry someone regardless of their gender; save for when one person involved was an heir. Most of the ton fell into that category, or else they would not be involved in the social season. The entire point of the season was to bring together the youth of the upper echelon, so they could get to know the other political figures, build connections that would help their own communities prosper, and it was all introduced and orchestrated by the Wizard.

In fact, these balls were said to have occurred in the place the Wizard came from, before he arrived by balloon. So, he knew it was a method that worked well. And, to his credit, a great number of good matches had been made at the balls and in society. It was rare, by now, that any political match was determined outside of the people invited to partake.

Of course, the fact that they were both women was far from the only reason people stared and gawked as Elphaba and Glinda started to dance. The colour of Elphaba’s skin was a constant point of contention in her life, causing strife, sowing mistrust from those around her because they did not know what to make of a person like her.

Still, Elphaba held her head high and looked only at Glinda, as much as she could manage, and danced to the song played by the band in the corner. Glinda was smiling, both soft and bright, and that helped things.

At the end of the dance, though, Elphaba did see something she was not quite expecting, but ultimately glad that she caught.

As they stepped away from each other, Elphaba saw Fiyero at the edge of the dancefloor, and at the moment their eyes connected, hurt flashed across his face. Bitterness, and dejection.

Elphaba blinked, startled at the raw emotion, and stood still for a moment. He turned, and walked between some other people.

“Thank you, again, Elphie,” Glinda said, placing a hand on her arm. Elphaba looked towards her.

“Of course,” Elphaba said, but she glanced back again, at the direction Fiyero had started off in. “Now. If you’ll excuse me.”

“Oh, run along! I know how you hate being center stage,” Glinda said, smiling good-naturedly. Elphaba gave a weak smile back, and scurred off indeed.

One advantage to being so ostracized was people did tend to move out of the way for her, so Elphaba was able to dart through the crowd quite easily, and walk down the hall at as fast as pace as would acceptable.

Thankfully, her guess as to which direction Fiyero went in was correct. After turning another corner, she saw he was stood with his arms crossed, observing a rather large painting on the wall.

“Fiyero,” she said, and he did not look at her at first. She placed her hands on her hips, ever-so-slightly winded after dancing and speedwalking, not used to doing either. “Are you- what- what was that look for?”

Slowly, Fiyero turned his gaze on her, quirking a brow. “Look? What look?”

“Don’t play coy,” Elphaba said, huffing once. It was lost on her that she should not take such a tone with a prince. Fiyero did not acknowledge it either.

“There’s no look, Elphaba, nothing is wrong. Nothing at all. It’s not as if I hadn’t asked you for a dance, earlier tonight, to which you refused for no reason, and yet you took to the floor with the very woman you pawned me off onto when you would not dance with me.”

Elphaba pressed her lips together, and regarded him with confusion. “You’re- upset that I would not dance with you?”

“No, as I said- I am not,” Fiyero said, “upset. But I do find it curious, Elphaba dearest, that you would deny one of your oldest friends something that you so easily do with someone you met mere months ago, because I was away-”

“It’s- it’s not a competition between you and her. You are both my friends.”

“Then why dance with her, and not me?” Fiyero asked, his hands on his hips now, while Elphaba’s were across her chest.

In truth, she could not come up with a good reason, only that Fiyero’s status as a prince would garner more attention than even Glinda. And that she had, in his absence, danced with Glinda a couple of times last season; something she had only done with Fiyero once and only once.

Elphaba sighed. It was so rare that Fiyero had ever taken issue with her, it was a strange feeling to have. While it was childish that he said one thing and clearly felt another, Elphaba could acknowledge that he had a point.

“No, you’re- you are right, Fiyero,” Elphaba conceded, and Fiyero blinked. “Please. Let’s- let’s go back, we can dance.”

Fiyero scoffed, and then looked down. “No, I- I don’t wish to- I don’t want you to feel obligated or-or to do it just because I’ve thrown a fit, Elphaba, I- never mind it, please.”

Elphaba shook her head, “It’s not that. I- you’re right, it’s unfair, that I should dance with her and not you, you’ve both treated me kindly and been a friend to me. It’s- it’s not as if I don’t wish to dance with you, it’s more- the reaction of others, I am wary of, but I do not wish the opinions of others to cause me to mistreat a dear friend. So, I ask again, Fiyero. Please come dance with me.”

Fiyero blinked again, and looked up, giving her another small smile, a bit unfamiliar again. It was- hopeful, or something of the sort. “If you’re certain.”

“I am,” Elphaba said, lifting her hand. Fiyero squeezed it, and they walked a moment before thinking better of walking into room holding hands.

Thankfully, they could slip back into the room at the very edge of it, and Fiyero took Elphaba’s card to write his name. Elphaba held her breath, knowing they did not yet have the attention of everyone in the room.

As the next song started, though, he led her onto the dancefloor with their hands held high, looking poised and regal in a way he often did not evoke.

As expected, the reaction of the room was not only noticeable the way it was when Elphaba stepped out with Glinda, but outright palatable. People actually gasped, and Elphaba did her best not to show any sort of weakness on her face.

“Look at me,” Fiyero whispered to her, as if he could read her mind. “Not at them.”

Elphaba gave the subtlest of nods, and they began to dance.

It was slow, calculated, Elphaba tried not to be too stiff in her movements, but she wasn’t quite used to dancing. And while she looked at Fiyero, she was still keenly aware of the eyes on her at all times, and the whisperings that had started in the crowd.

“If- if anyone says anything to you, regarding this, please tell me,” Fiyero said, giving her a twirl. “I will have it- handled.”

Elphaba allowed the side of her lips to lift, “I will not have your secret guard kill my detractors or- any such thing.”

Fiyero scoffed, “Killed? I won’t have anyone killed on your behalf, Elphaba,” Fiyero insisted. “Perhaps, just...’

“Thrown in the dungeon?”

Fiyero smirked, making a noise of amusement, and Elphaba smiled back more readily.

It wasn’t like their private conversations, where she could forget herself and who he was all too easily, for she could not shake the sense of being watched, but his words to her did help ward off the bulk of the insecurity.

“Oh, please, that’s- the dungeons of the castle have not been used for many years,” Fiyero started to explain, in a playfully defensive tone. All the while, he spun her again, skirt getting just a bit of air. The style was not as swishy as it had been in years past, but it still moved with her in a pleasant fashion.

“But they are still in existence,” Elphaba challenged, and Fiyero raised his brows.

“Well, it takes a long time to renovate an entire castle, you see…” Fiyero defended, again.

Turning to face him in the very center of the room, Elphaba gave him a look that was ever-so-slightly unimpressed.

Fiyero grinned, at once. “Were some people to find themselves down there, surely, I would not have anything to do with it. However, yes, if people- if harm comes to you in any way, I will see it dealt with somehow.”

Elphaba smiled again, “I appreciate the sentiment, Fiyero, but I am capable of fighting my own battles. And, really, you do not need to throw around the authority you hold, it’s quite…”

“Quite..?”

“Distasteful is not the word I am searching for, I know you cannot help your birthright, but the fact you could so swiftly have people ‘dealt with’ for relatively minor offenses-” Elphaba scrunched her nose, and Fiyero laughed again, changing the direction of the dance in step with the music.

“Having the might of potential martial law behind my authority is not so appealing to your sensibilities, Elphaba? You know the military training I just concluded was quite informative.”

Elphaba continued to give him a look, “You know very well it is not, as you say, ‘appealing’ to me. I believe the amount of power concentrated in your position is rather concerning.”

Fiyero raised his brows, grinning widely now, “Well, when you’re Queen-“

“Excuse me?”

For a moment, Fiyero used a moment in the music to draw himself near, speaking close to her ear, “You offered, earlier tonight, to marry me. You realize, Elphaba darling, that would inevitably end in your becoming Queen?”

Elphaba took his hand and stepped back in the next move of their dancing, holding his gaze. Hers was steady, his was teasing and mirthful. “As I said, the intention is not to actually marry- it would not be seen through, your parents would never allow it.”

“And if they did?” Fiyero asked, eyes flicking up and down. “Would that change your proposition?”

“Well- no,” Elphaba said, truthfully. She would not go back on her word.

“Then, in theory, you just may become Queen,” Fiyero said, and Elphaba narrowed her eyes at him.

“Well. I should like to make a great many changes, in that case. I hope you realize what you would be getting into, if- if it all of that were to transpire.”

“Oh, believe me,” Fiyero said, eyes almost blazing. Elphaba felt her cheeks grow just a tiny bit hot under the unexpected heat of his gaze, “I do.”

Fiyero always had such a rebellious spirit. Elphaba wondered what she may have gotten herself into. It occurred to her, at that moment, Fiyero might wish to tell his parents they were marrying just to see their reaction, how aghast they would be. At the same time, he was not a cruel man, so he would not wish to use her to just get a rise out of them. Although, that was exactly what she herself had proposed. She had given him permission to do that very thing, or an approximation of it.

Furthermore, maybe he would want to marry her just for her political ideas, the thought of shaking up the royal family line being appealing to him because it went against the traditions he so abhorred. They could, in fact, be surprisingly well-suited as a political match, although Elphaba was not sure how she would be received as Queen of Winkie Country.

As her head spun with thoughts, the music slowed to a stop, and so did they. Fiyero lifted her hand to kiss the back of it, smirking at her through his lashes. Elphaba wanted to roll her eyes at him, but seeing as everyone was looking at her, she smiled demurely and dropped into a deep curtsey to show her appreciation for his kindness.

Finally, she righted herself, and walked at a normal pace off the dancefloor. She grabbed a flute of champagne as Fiyero went to speak to another person.

For the rest of the evening, people whispered about her, having danced with two of the most eligible people in all of the ton.

What an exciting start to the season indeed.

[viladlind]

there has been a curious absence of elf in fiyero's apartment today. on the nightstand of the tiefling's bedroom lay an unknown key, accompanied by a note. an address is listed in familiar script, as well as the words: 'will you come find me, cariño?'

the time that fiyero spends in his bedroom, turning the unfamiliar key in his hand, already feels too long.

at first it is relieving to realize that zevran had a reason for not showing up at fiyero's apartment today. he couldn't help but worry, after their recent conflict. though the relief is quickly replaced by excitement— he looks at the words on the note and then back at the key, and thinks he's being invited to a hunt.

how sneaky. how alluring. it makes him grin where he's standing.

to fiyero's credit, it doesn't take him too long to narrow his search to the personal housing in archimedes. they both live around the area, and it seemed a bit nonsensical that zevran would leave him with a key that's to be used in the city itself. too open a space, no other hints. there aren't a lot of other buildings around here, either. two of them by the look of it, with plenty of space between them, tucked between trees and meadows.

fiyero doesn't truly wrap his mind around why zevran wants him here until he steps onto the grounds of the nest.

from the tales that zevran has spun him, it's an antivan home. it's striking, how it so very clearly belongs to the elf.

it'd be a lie to say that he's never taken zevran to be much of a homebody— he is when he's with fiyero. he indulges him when he wants to sleep in every other morning. they cook together. evenings are often spent alongside each other, zevran fiddling with his weapons and fiyero working on his notes. but for him to purchase a house for himself? a nest for a crow to return to?

and for him to ...

fiyero looks down at the key still in hand.

there's the cracking of a branch nearby. fiyero's ear flickers with the noise before his head turns. he can't see zevran, but the man tends to avoid missteps. he's surprised fiyero in his own home plenty of times. a small smile on his lips, the tiefling puts on his best attempt at sneaking and circles around.

his gaze briefly drifts over a small hut in the gardens, a fence around it. and just as briefly, he thinks that zevran doesn't have any pets.

zevran is waiting for him, hands folded behind his back, pressed to the bark of a tree. from where fiyero entered the clearing, he wasn't visible at all. and when he takes a peek around the trunk, zevran is already looking at him, expectant and smiling. fiyero breaks into a grin— his arms are reaching out before he can think about it and zevran goes into his embrace willingly.

' i found you, ' he mumbles into hair that shines like gold in the evening sun. zevran chuckles into his bare collarbone, hands sneaking underneath fiyero's cloak, climbing up around his shoulders.

" so you did, " he hums, head tilting up so he can press his lips to fiyero's jaw. he makes a small yelping sound when fiyero slides his hands around his thighs to pick him up, legs almost instinctively finding their place around the tiefling's waist. he's always pretty like this, a bit flustered and very pleased, being carried around as if he were a lightweight.

and perhaps it is nice to show off.

walking back to the clearing with an elf in his arms, fiyero only lets him down when they're in the middle of the garden, with a good view of the nest. the sun is slowly setting across its roofs. he's almost mesmerized, looking at it, brightened expression eventually turned back to his lover. ' is this yours? it's so pretty, zevran. you did a marvelous job with it. '

zevran shakes his head, his hands sliding down fiyero's arms where they were perched on his shoulders a moment before. " i did not do much. i merely borrowed something from antiva. "

fiyero trills quietly, leans down to press his nose to zevran's cheek, tail curling around to hover close. ' and your memory is beautiful, ' the tiefling insists, kissing zevran's brow. ' it's such a big house. you must be sure not to leave it too empty. '

surely, the elf will spend more time here, now. zevran shifts for a second, expression unreadable, before he cocks his head and looks at fiyero searchingly. " i was hoping you would be here, " he says.

fiyero blinks. he opens his mouth and closes it, and then he blinks again. looks at the key.

' oh. you mean ... permanently? ' and, disbelievingly, he additionally blurts out a bit of a baffled, ' me? '

zevran gives him a look.

that makes sense. the big house. the key. the little hunt, its reward so much bigger than fiyero assumed. he stands there, blankly, for a moment longer, before the corners of his mouth lift into a smile that is all joy and happiness, so much brighter than the last rays of the sun shining down on them.

fiyero thinks: he wants me here. fiyero thinks: he has seen me weak, and angry, and stupid. and he wants me here.

fiyero says: ' i love you. '

zevran is in his arms again the next moment, swept up, and fiyero manages to unlock the door and carry him over its threshold, laughter and teasing and praise spilling from his lips. and when it closes behind them, he changes his grip on the elf to be able to press him against it.

and they do not leave the nest again for another day.

[frottica]

@priyero SENT ₊‧.°.⋆🫧•˚₊‧⋆. his knee nudges her own beneath the privacy of the desks - a gesture of conspiracy, comfort, and understanding above all else while attempting to listen to the professor's droning tones.

professor brindle is discussing some newly recovered sonnet from the early ozma period, and galinda can feel her mind starting to drift, when fiyero’s knee nudging against hers, warm and firm, jolts her. she casts him a long look, turning in her seat as subtly as she can manage. good gracious he is so very handsome. the temptation to MELT against him is a strong one, a swooning sigh caught in the back of her throat - but she had promised elphie that she would take notes from all their classes today. the poor thing was positively green ( well, greener ) around the gills when she left the room this morning, a lump of misery wrapped up in quilted blankets and that charmingly hideoceous froat. so she straightens her already perfectly straight posture, and tosses her hair back with a studious hum.

still…… it doesn’t hurt anyone if she nudges fiyero back for a brief clock tick, going further by letting the toe of her slipper trace the edge of his fine leather boot, the corner of her mouth curving up into a smile.

[mylittlegreenbook]

Raw Wicked thoughts

Hooves on the hoofy bit!

Of course the flying monkeys mourned. Strong Evita vibes. She even kinda looks like Madonna. Great use of the piano. “Uncanny”? Oh, she’s already a threat? That gives the governor some justification for bellowing "Take it away!" “even though they’re green”… You can cry with smoke in your eyes. It's a good excuse. That’s the note I used to hit, too… That shot hides her eyes, heresy! Okay, I get the runtime now. Legit thought she was Morrible “I don’t see colour” so you just see brown like that guy who missed the fact that Elphaba was green and thought the other characters were just racist because he was red/green colourblind and somehow missed the bit at the start where they said that she was green? Two Animals? “Whose invention is that, the Wizard’s? Even if it’s not, I’m sure he’d take credit for it.” just establishing a pattern of behaviour there with Morrible claiming Elphaba's magic as her own She does not look 18… but she is older than Nessa. Somewhat inconsistent with Galinda offering to de-greenify her and her turning the notion down to now be fantasising about it She’s holding back a lot vocally Don’t upset her, Galinda. Interesting that the broken glass is on Galinda’s side of the room Foreshadowing with staves! Calm, accused of anger. Realistic. Fiyero clearly in his 30s, but fun Also he’s been kicked out of multiple schools, so yeah, older even if not that much older Disrespect for academia, in line with fascistic politics With a popped foot Jazz - the Animals may entertain in the margins the Boq/Nessa moment is so sweet if you don’t know Flappers? We’ve all been there, tricked into being the unwitting entertainment for the bullies. Have we all been there? She’s not drunk. I guess the film is PG. A pal, a gal pal She did the Evita arms! And now it’s the flower from Fiyero, not just a random flower that Galinda happened to have in her hair. The Chenoweth is strong in this one She does, sadly, look her age The new professor looks like Shives’ Republican character and he sounds like a plantation owner. This bit could have been shorter. Cool use of the poppies though. Ooh one of those glass dip pens “Not That Girl” is disappointing Go on girl, give us nothing No emotion behind it at all, dead behind the eyes. Like she resents having to sing it. Royal? He’s set himself up as king? Holland coded countryside Is there a hierarchy of Animals, that some are freely out and about in the Emerald City? Or is it to set up their later absence? Chenoweth’s wand doesn’t work! Oh the easter egg! When I heard they had cameos, I didn't think that meant they had an entire new song. Grinned like a Chershire cat throughout it. Feels like a Disney Parks show, down to the tech used. The fountain looks like a nod to The Enchanted Tiki Room and projecting a face onto smoke is straight out of Pirates of the Caribbean. the foley is so distinctive The not-yet-flying monkeys give the impression of kneeling subserviently, even if that is just how their legs work. Yeah. This had to be two movies. I didn’t mean to startle you. This performance is for everyone else, everyone he views as inferior. EPCOT! It is based on the parks! They’ve made him Disney? Well, this is a Universal production… This frames Uncle Walt as a fascist. It also future-proofs the movie by resisting the low-hanging fruit of styling him after one of today's far right figureheads. Great way to hide a dance double while perfectly in character - hide him behind a curtain. What an incredible diss to Walt Disney. Shots fired. Heterochromia presumably so we can tell him apart from the other flying monkeys later Think of the children Georgiou makes an appearance. Convenient that there’s fuel. Hot air balloon - symbolic, but necessary? This whole song sequence is taking a very long time, and not necessarily to its benefit Oh great idea, walk out into the open where everyone can see you Plenty of handholds on the broom

I guess she accepts herself? Embarrassed to death.