#fiyero tiggular wicked

[bunnysnuff]

In the light of you.

Pairing: Fiyero x f!reader.

Trigger warnings: emotional vulnerability, fear of being invisible, jealous and sibling rivalry, feelings of self doubt & unrequited love.

Request.

You sat at the window, staring out at the rolling hills of the Emerald City, the world outside seeming so distant, yet so close. Your fingers played with the delicate lace of your gown, as if the fabric could somehow distract you from the turmoil inside your chest.

You had always been in the shadow of your sister, Glinda, the brilliant, sparkling star of Oz. She was the one who always seemed to have everything—charisma, grace, and the admiration of everyone around her. Everyone adored her, especially him.

Fiyero.

You could still remember the first time you saw him. Tall, confident, with that carefree smirk that made your heart skip a beat. There was something about him—something that made your stomach flutter and your thoughts scatter every time he spoke.

And yet, despite the undeniable chemistry you felt every time your eyes met, you never let yourself hope. Not really. Because Glinda—your brilliant, beautiful, and always-perfect sister—liked him too.

You sighed, leaning your forehead against the cool glass. The soft murmur of voices from downstairs drifted up to you, and you could already imagine what was happening. Glinda was probably telling Fiyero about the latest gossip or planning their next grand adventure together. You knew how it went. She always got what she wanted.

Your heart tightened, and you hated how pathetic you felt. You weren’t like Glinda, and you knew it. You weren’t as charming or as quick-witted or as effortlessly adored. There was no way Fiyero would choose you over her. You had seen the way he looked at her, the way his eyes softened when she laughed. You had seen the way everyone gravitated toward her.

And yet, a small part of you—one that you tried so hard to silence—still dreamed of what it would be like if you weren’t just her shadow. What if Fiyero could see you, not as Glinda’s sister, but as you? As someone who could make him laugh, someone who could bring light into his world the way she did in hers.

But you shook your head, forcing those thoughts to the back of your mind. It was foolish to think that way. He was Glinda’s, and that was that.

A soft knock on your door startled you, pulling you from your thoughts. You straightened up quickly, smoothing your dress as you turned toward the entrance. The door creaked open, and there he stood—Fiyero, with that same mischievous grin that made your heart race.

"Hey, [Y/N]," he said, his voice warm and relaxed. "Glinda was looking for you. I told her I’d go find you, but I had to come see if you were avoiding me on purpose."

You blinked, surprised by his sudden appearance in your room. "Avoiding you?" You asked, trying to keep your voice steady. "I—no, I wasn’t avoiding you."

He chuckled, stepping inside the room and leaning against the doorframe. "I was beginning to think you might be. You know, Glinda's always telling me how you don't like to be around us when we get caught up in our little adventures.

The way he said “us” made your heart tighten. You knew exactly what he meant. The three of you—Glinda, Fiyero, and you—had spent countless hours together, but lately, you had found yourself pulling away, too aware of the growing tension inside you.

"I’m just not really much of a—" You broke off, not sure how to explain without sounding ridiculous. "I'm just tired, that's all.

Fiyero studied you for a moment, his gaze softening. "Are you sure? You don’t have to hide away, you know. I like having you around."

You froze, your heart stuttering in your chest. He likes having me around? The words replayed in your mind, like a melody you couldn’t quite grasp.

"I—" You began, but your voice faltered. "I just... I know Glinda really likes you, and I don't want to get in the way of that."

Fiyero's eyes softened, and for the first time, you saw a flicker of something in them—something different than what you had always seen when he looked at your sister. "You really think that?" he asked, his tone serious now.

You nodded, avoiding his gaze. "She always gets what she wants. And I don’t want to make things awkward between us."

Fiyero stepped closer, his hand gently lifting your chin so that you had no choice but to meet his gaze. There was a quiet intensity in his eyes that sent a shiver down your spine.

"[Y/N], Glinda is my friend, and I care about her. But that doesn’t mean I don’t care about you too. You’re not just Glinda’s sister. You’re your own person, and I—"

His words trailed off, and he looked at you with a mixture of determination and something softer, something gentler.

"You don’t have to hide from me," he said quietly, his voice low. "I’ve always noticed you, even if you didn’t think so."

Your breath caught in your throat, the weight of his words sinking in. He noticed you. He actually noticed you. The thought was almost too much to bear.

For a moment, everything was still. Your pulse raced, and the world outside your window felt like a distant memory, as if this moment was the only thing that mattered.

"I don't know what to say," you whispered, feeling vulnerable in a way you hadn’t expected.

"Then don’t say anything," Fiyero murmured, his hand gently brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. "Let me show you."

And with that, he leaned in slowly, his lips brushing yours in a kiss that was soft at first, hesitant, as if testing the waters. But when you didn’t pull away, when you let yourself melt into him, the kiss deepened, and you finally felt like you were standing in the light—your light, not Glinda’s.

When the kiss broke, Fiyero rested his forehead against yours, his breath warm on your skin. "You don’t have to be in her shadow, [Y/N]. You’ve always been enough.

You blinked up at him, a smile tugging at your lips. "I think I just needed to hear that."

"Well, I’ll say it as many times as you need.

And in that moment, you realized that maybe, just maybe, you had always been worthy of the same kind of love everyone else had always received. You just needed to let yourself believe it.

Fiyero smiled, brushing his thumb across your cheek. "So, how about we make our own adventure now?"

You laughed softly, the weight on your chest lifting as you nodded, feeling lighter than you had in so long.

"That sounds perfect."

[mistoffeleesisawitch]

Glinda/Fiyero on Reddit

[lillifaba]

Do you guys think when Fiyero told Elphaba he ate grass as a child, he was saying that to make light out of the awkward situation they were in or did he actually eat grass because honestly I can believe both.

[thebootstrap-paradox]

Beautiful perfect smart princess

Guy who eats grass

[the-herdier]

I love how the movie doesn't show Fiyero arriving in a carriage, but simply atop a horse. An Animal horse. An Animal horse with whom he actually seems to be good friends. It adds a possible reason for why he felt enough compassion for the lion cub to rescue it.

Also, notice how Fiyero is not riding the horse when they whisk the cub away to safety. He's on a bicycle, just like Elphaba. In my mind it's partially because he didn't want to risk having his Animal friend be deemed the mastermind behind this act and accused of treason for his assistance.

[ichiwashername-o]

If Fiyero's cover getting blown doesn't happen exactly like this I will riot.

Sidenote: My headcanon is that Lion has no idea who "Fiyero" is but he couldn't resist jumping in when he saw Tin Man antagonizing Scarecrow.

Audio found here.

[ravenaohridska]

I love Fiyero so much

What do you mean he always saw beauty in Elphaba?

What do you mean he said she didn't need to be galindified???

What do you mean he saw life as pointless until Elphaba comes into his???

What do you mean he was always rebellious but never in a really meaningful way until Elphaba gives him courage????

What do you mean he cared about the animals because she cared and jump into action the moment he had an opportunity???

What do you mean he stayed loyal to his girlfriend at the time but also make sure to demonstrate how much he appreciates Elphie and was proud of her going to make her dream come true?

What do you mean he heard Madam Morrible speech and didn't believe a single word despite not even had been there to really know?????

What do you mean he immediately jumps on his horse and ride from Shiz to Emerald City IN A HEARTBEAT??? Just to find her!!!

And when he learns she ran away, he stayed and play pretend for FIVE YEARS just to have a single chance to reach her????

Just to run away WITH her????

And then give himself up to the government he betrayed just to save her once again????

And she was the person who made him remember who he was after the scarecrow transformation????

And he still loves her and didn't judge her for the way she tried to save his life???

Not ONCE did he thought she was wicked??????

Damn

[nobodysdaydreams]

Haven’t seen the new Wicked movie yet, but I am forever impressed by the fact that someone saw the “Wizard of Oz” and was like:

“Hm. Yes. I see. Okay. The wicked witch and that scarecrow? They’re in love for sure.”

“The witch who sets him on fire?”

“It’s a complicated situation.”

[auroracalisto]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

There it was. Worry.

"You worry, for what?"

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

"Well... I..."

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

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

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

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

"Your Fiyero, hm?"

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

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

"You promise?"

He chuckled softly. "I promise."

[myfairkatiecat]

So on the way to meet the wizard, we have:

The scarecrow (the wicked witch of the west’s boyfriend)

The Tin Man (wicked witch of the east’s ex boyfriend)

The Lion (bonded to a the wicked witch of the west and the scarecrow as a kid when they rescued him and then got abandoned by them and lives his life in fear of being caged again)

and Dorothy, who just wants to go home and has NONE OF THE LORE

[darkcrowprincess]

Fiyero hugging Elphaba desperately: I have missed you so much.

Elphaba smiles happily: I'm so sorry I threw fire at you, I thought you were dead and I wasn't sure if the spell to turn you even worked! So seeing a scarecrow after thinking you died, felt like the world was mocking me.

Fiyero laughs: I'm glad you missed. But don't worry darling I'm here. I'm here.

Elphaba: So, why were you with those three to begin with?

Fiyero sighs like one who's been through so much and is so tired: Babysitting. That's what I was mostly doing. Babysitting. And honestly it felt like most of the time the trouble wasn't even the baby it was the other two.

Elphaba confused: What do you mean?

Fiyero sucking in a deep breath, finally allowed to spill on the gossip of everything he's been through.

[bunnysnuff]

In your arms.

Pairing: Fiyero Tiggular x f!reader.

Trigger warnings: anxiety, overwhelming emotions, and the process of seeking comfort and support during an episode.

Request.

It was a quiet evening in the Emerald City, the kind where the glow from the streets softly filtered in through the windows, casting gentle shadows across the room. You and Fiyero had just finished dinner, the air light with conversation and laughter. Yet, something was off. The buzz of the day, the weight of the world—everything felt a little too heavy, a little too overwhelming.

Your breath hitched, a strange tightness squeezing your chest, like something invisible had wrapped around you, constricting your lungs. You tried to push the feeling down, but it only made it worse. Your hands began to tremble, your heartbeat quickening.

Fiyero, sitting across from you, immediately noticed. His brow furrowed, his warm gaze locking onto yours.

“Hey, hey—what’s wrong?” His voice was low, concerned.

You opened your mouth to say something, but the words caught in your throat, as if the air had been knocked out of you. The room seemed to spin, the walls closing in, and you felt yourself shrinking, small and helpless. Panic began to take root, a storm in your chest that you couldn’t control.

“Y/N,” Fiyero said urgently, standing from the table and moving toward you. His hand reached out, gentle but firm, resting on your shoulder. “Look at me. Focus on me.”

But you couldn’t. Your vision blurred, your hands shaking uncontrollably now as the wave of panic threatened to drown you.

Fiyero was by your side in an instant. He knelt in front of you, his hand gently cupping your face. His touch was grounding, a tether pulling you back from the edge. “Hey, breathe with me. In… and out. Slowly.”

You gasped for air, but it wasn’t enough. The panic had taken over, and no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t calm your racing mind.

“Y/N,” he murmured softly, his voice steady and soothing, “you’re okay. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”

His words, though simple, wrapped around you like a comforting embrace. He didn’t pull away, didn’t try to fix you immediately—he just stayed. His presence was solid and reassuring, like a rock against the crashing waves.

“Breathe with me,” he repeated. “In… and out. Just like that.”

Fiyero took a deep breath himself, his chest expanding slowly and deliberately. You tried to match the rhythm, your shaky breath hitching again as you focused on him, the sound of his calm exhalations guiding yours. The moment stretched between you, the tension starting to loosen as his warmth and strength slowly anchored you.

“It’s okay. You’re safe,” he continued, his voice like a soft lullaby. “I’ve got you. Just breathe with me.”

Minutes passed, though it felt like hours. Slowly, but surely, the storm inside you began to subside. Your hands stopped trembling, your chest loosening, your breath coming easier. It wasn’t over, but you weren’t alone anymore. And that made all the difference.

Fiyero didn’t move until he was sure you were steady again. When he finally did, he gently helped you sit up straighter, his hand resting on your back.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, the words heavy with embarrassment, but he shook his head immediately.

“No,” he said firmly. “Don’t apologize. There’s nothing to apologize for.”

He reached for your hands, holding them gently. “I’m just glad you’re okay. That’s all that matters.”

You nodded, swallowing hard, still feeling the echoes of the panic attack inside you, but grounded by his presence. Slowly, you allowed yourself to lean into him, seeking his warmth, his comfort. And without hesitation, Fiyero wrapped his arms around you, holding you tightly as you rested your head against his chest.

In the quiet, with his heartbeat thudding softly against your ear, you realized that no matter what storm you faced inside, you weren’t alone. Fiyero would always be there to help you through it.

And for the first time that night, you were able to breathe.

[the-patchwork-girl-of-oz]

Random headcannon: Fiyero can’t sit properly in chairs.

[lillifaba]

"Thinks"? girliepop, we been knew Fifi has been bi/pan FOR TWO DECADES GET WITH THE PROGRAM

[thebootstrap-paradox]

In an alternate reality of Oz, they live a normal, happy student life in a teen comedy with lots of magic and messes.

[gaywitchesthemusical]

hey did y'all know that fiyero is currently being played by a man of colour on the west end (ryan reid), the north american tour (xavier mckinnon), AND the uk tour (carl man)? broadway, STEP UP YOUR GAME!