#fiyero: well if NO ONE ELSE is going to marry elphaba…

[hollypunkers]

Avaric: I like that Nessa girl, but her older sister is so weird.

Fiyero: Fine, I’ll date her.

Avaric: What? I didn’t-

Fiyero: If you’re going to force someone to take her on romantic dates and picnics and walks through the moonlight…

Avaric: When did ANYone…?

Fiyero: I am willing to make that sacrifice.

[tickle-bugs]

I have a Glinda and Elphaba prompt idea! Feel free to change things or take anything out. My prompt is semi based on the scene in the show where Glinda tells Elphaba that they should share secrets with eachother. Glinda’s secret is that she is really ticklish so of course Elphaba has to take advantage of that. Elphaba then shares her secret which is that she has never been tickled so Glinda (with Elphaba’s permission) helps Elphaba learn what being tickled feels like.

Secrets, Secrets

“Your very first party? Your very first party ever?! How do you feel?” Glinda bounces around in front of Elphaba’s bed. 

“Different.” Elphaba crosses her legs beneath her. She tracks Glinda back and forth, back and forth. 

“Of course you do! Elphie—“ Glinda comes to a screeching halt, blinking her big, sparkly eyes— “Can I call you Elphie?” 

“It’s a bit…perky.” Elphaba grimaces as supportively as she can. 

“To christen our new friendship, we should…tell each other something we’ve never told anyone.” Glinda flops onto Elphaba’s bed and they both bounce. She grabs for Elphaba’s hands, loud and insistent. 

“I’ll go first. Fiyero and I are going to be married!” Glinda squeals. 

“He’s asked you already?” Elphaba frowns. 

“No, he doesn’t know yet.” 

“Then that’s not much of a secret, is it?” Elphaba raises her eyebrow. Glinda pouts. She hums to herself in thought as her eyes scan the room. 

“Fine…I keep a reserve of extra glitter for formal events.” She gestures to a small tub on her shelf that’s genuinely emitting a low level of light. 

“No.” 

“I’m a natural blonde?” Glinda tries. 

“Definitely not.”

“I am—“

“It’s not a secret, Galinda.” Elphaba pulls on one of her ringlets. She pouts, then gasps with an idea. 

“My entrance essay was called ‘Wands: Need They Have a Point?’” She gestures as if the title would appear in the air.

“I was there when you announced that.” Elphaba snickers. 

“You are so—“ Glinda cuts herself off with a little growly noise that makes Elphaba snicker harder— “I have nothing else to share. My life is a beautifully open book.”

“Dig deep, Galinda. Surely you’ve got something.” Elphaba pokes her stomach and Glinda jumps. She does it again, then again, and keeps going until a stream of squeaky snickers fills the air. 

“E-Elphie, that tickles! Let me think!” Glinda swats her hands away. 

“Now there’s a secret.” Elphaba grins. 

“You wouldn’t dare.” Glinda narrows her eyes.

“Wouldn’t I?” Elphaba mimics the pitch of her voice. Glinda splutters in offense, and then she’s spluttering with laughter as the poking resumes. 

“I’ll turn you into a frog!” Glinda shrieks. Elphaba snorts and keeps poking at her waist. It starts to get less and less effective, especially as Elphaba’s touch gets harder. She frowns, but persists. 

“Y’know, I—eep! I expected you to be better at this.” Glinda still jumps at every poke, even as her laughter grows quiet. Elphaba recoils as if she’s been burned. 

“Oh. You don’t know how, do you?” Glinda murmurs. Elphaba turns sharply away. It’s a silly thing to cry over, but her nose stings with the promise of tears. She can’t help it. 

“Well, because I am so noble and full of dignification…I will assist.” Glinda bows. She takes Elphaba’s hands and places them gently at her waist. Elphaba considers tearing her hands away, but Glinda’s gaze is warm. 

“Now wiggle your fingers. Gently.” Glinda holds Elphaba’s wrists and nods in encouragement. Elphaba presses her lips together.

“Like this?”

Glinda collapses with a bubbly yelp. Elphaba immediately lets go. 

“Did I hurt you?” Elphaba leans over her. 

“No, no—you’re just a quick learner.” Glinda looks up with a dazzling smile, her curls fanned around her on the bed. 

“Oh.” Elphaba flushes a dark green. Glinda could be so much, sometimes. 

“Okay! Your turn!” Glinda boops Elphaba’s nose. 

“My turn?” Elphaba swats her hand away but doesn’t break focus. 

“For a secret, silly!”

“Oh, I don’t really…have one. I think.” Elphaba fiddles with her fingers. 

“Well, I’ll make this easy for you. I expect a rain check on a real secret later.” Glinda scoots so she can sit against the headboard. Her glossy smile tilts into something devious. 

“Are you ticklish, Elphie?” Glinda’s voice catches teasingly on her name. It steals the breath from her lungs. 

“Isn’t everyone?” 

“Dodging the question. Interesting.” Glinda smirks, leaning close. Her eyes rove over Elphaba’s already-warm face. 

“I don’t know. I’ve never been…people usually don’t want to be that close to me. Let alone touch me.” Elphaba sniffs bitterly, dropping her gaze. 

“That’s a shame.” Glinda says firmly. She stays close. Something in Elphaba flutters. 

“May I?” Glinda hovers her fingers over Elphaba’s stomach. Elphaba nods and exhales shakily. 

Glinda must not like that shakiness though, because she frowns deeply and takes Elphaba’s hands instead. She clutches one and spiders her fingers across the palm of the other, tracing up and down from elbow to fingertip.

“How’s that feel?” Glinda hums. 

“It’s…I…” Elphaba’s nose scrunches. Her smile breaks little by little, like the first sunbeams over the horizon. She tries to keep it together, but her lungs keep doing this indomitable shivery thing she can’t kick. Her whole body trembles with the force of restraining herself. 

“I’m barely trying to tickle you. I’m trying to take it easy on you,” Glinda snickers, her glittery nails dancing across Elphaba’s hand. 

“I-It can’t possibly get worse than this.” Elphaba peeks at her through one eye. 

“Don’t speak so soon!” Glinda says cheerfully, squeezing Elphaba’s side with a viciousness that contradicts everything ‘good’ about her. Elphaba crumples into a fit of ringing laughter. 

She wants to crawl out of her skin hearing her own laugh, the shrieky, cackly thing that it is, but every ounce of her self control has fled her. She falls backwards on the bed and Glinda crawls on top of her, tickling with reckless abandon. Elphaba tries to curl up, but she folds right into Glinda’s waiting hands. 

Elphaba throws her head back and snorts twice in a row. Glinda gasps.

“You are adorable.” She whispers gleefully. Elphaba hides behind her hands. Glinda tries to pull them away to no avail. 

“Kill me,” Elphaba groans, muffled. She resists Glinda until pointed nails poke just right into her ribs and she screeches, immediately flailing to defend herself. Glinda catches her wrists easily and pins them down to the bed.

Elphaba lets out a stream of nervous giggles, hearty and tumbling. Glinda flops on top of her with a dramatic wail. Elphaba’s hand finds her back instinctively. 

“What’s happening?” Elphaba hums, confused but not surprised. 

“You’re so cute, you don’t understand.” Glinda pops up in a distressed bounce of curls and ruffles. “I just want to tickle you for the rest of eternity.” 

And tickle she does. Elphaba squirms and giggles, tossing her head back and forth. Glinda coos at her, terrifying in her accuracy. Feeling another snort coming on, Elphaba grabs Glinda’s hands and pulls them away. 

“W-Well, if you keep doing that, you’ll kill me, and you need me for your sorcery tutorial.” Elphaba points at her, eyes wide with a giddy sort of desperation she’s never felt before. Glinda pretends to think hard, but really, she’s smiling. 

“You drive a hard bargain, Miss Thropp. I’ll think about it.” Glinda brushes Elphaba’s hair out of her face. Elphaba deflates in relief. 

Then: a suspicious tickle at her kneecap makes her release that snort she’d been desperate to suffocate. Glinda cackles evilly. 

“W-Wait, Galinda—“

“Oh, you didn’t think I was going to think about it now, did you?” 

[flawlesslogic5]

My time has come.

Ok, so there are of course a few angles we can take here. Obviously, Kermit as Elphaba and Piggy as Galinda is an option- you've got the colors perfectly right there (it's not easy being green, after all, and insert jokes about the Emerald City), as well as the personalities. The end of The Muppets film certainly has a moment between Kermit and Piggy that reads very much in the same way as the end of Wicked. Gelphie shippers rejoice, etc. etc. Easy, right? We'll call this Option One.

However. However. As in any good Muppets adaptation, Piggy must be totally and absolutely besotted by Kermit from first sight if not sooner. That more fits a Galinda and Fiyero dynamic, rather than the enemies-to-lovers we see in a Gelphie dynamic. Now, if Piggy were Galinda and Kermit were Fiyero, who would be Elphaba? Who would be considered a social outcast and, ahem, a weirdo?

Gonzo, of course. He's 'different' in both appearance and personality. You can't tell me he wouldn't be 1000% down for jumping out a window with nothing but a broomstick and sheer faith to break his fall. Heck, we had a whole exploration of his feelings of loneliness and otherness in Muppets From Space, the emotional journey fits him to a T. Gonzo and Piggy have also been shown to have clashing personalities in the original series and the original Muppet Babies, so the dynamic fits. We'll call this one Option Two.

Now for the side characters- Nessa is a difficult one to cast for either. I could see Rizzo in Option Two, his affection for Gonzo mingled with his frustration at his behaviors works. For Option One, maybe Fozzie? My first thought would be Robin, but he and Kermit look so much alike it doesn't fit with Elphaba's otherness. I could see Kermit and Fozzie developing a similar dynamic to Elphaba and Nessa, respectively, especially if you lean into Fozzie being silly and that being part of the concern for him being at school on his own. Or, to add to the comedy of the "Tragically beautiful" line, Camilla. Stay with me on this one, I have plans.

Madame Morrible I see as being Statler and Waldorf in either option, or maybe Sam Eagle. In Option One, since Kermit is cast as Elphaba, who else would Piggy-as-Galinda throw herself upon? Maybe Link Hogthrob. I'm not sold on it, but he fits the whole 'brainless' character trait, and Dancing Through Life fits him pretty well. However we have some problems. I just don't find Link Hogthrob being convincing in As Long As Your Mine, regardless of who he's cast against. He doesn't have the emotional capacity to develop an understanding of Elphaba. After Dancing Through Life, Fiyero's character arc outgrow's Link's capabilities.

Boq is an interesting one- in Option One, I would put Gonzo as Boq. He was already the Tin Man in the Muppets Wizard of Oz film, and in the first season of The Muppet Show (as well as certain versions of Muppets From Space and the entirety of the original Muppet Babies), Gonzo had a big crush on Miss Piggy. I could easily see Piggy setting him up on a date with someone else so she could focus on her own agenda. This is where Camilla as Nessa comes into play- fits the two like a glove. In Option Two, I'd probably cast Scooter as Boq, he fits the whole hapless lackey thing. We don't typically see Scooter and Rizzo interact, but hey, could be interesting. Love a good rare pair.

The Wizard stays human in every version. The only thing that doesn't quite make sense for me is how to marry the whole 'animals can't talk anymore' thing to the Muppets, where so many of them are animals. Maybe it's aimed towards the less humanoid Muppets? Professor Dillamond could be a goat still. Alternatively, especially in Option Two, they go after the more 'monstrous' Muppets- Sweetums, etc. This fits Gonzo as well, who doesn't really qualify as a monster but still relates to them. Chestery is Animal in every iteration, sorry I don't make the rules.

So, TLDR, Option One has Kermit as Elphaba, Piggy as Galinda, Link Hogthrob as Fiyero, Gonzo as Boq, Camilla (or possibly Fozzie) as Nessa, Statler and Waldorf or Sam Eagle as Madame Morrible, and Animal as Chestery. Option Two has Gonzo as Elphaba, Piggy as Galinda, Kermit as Fiyero, Scooter as Boq, Rizzo as Nessa, and the rest of the cast the same. Human Wizard, and possibly Dorothy.

What do we think lads? Personally I'm leaning towards Option Two.

[notalwaysthevillian]

Parent Trapped

Warnings: Kissing, medication mention

Pairings: Romantic Remile, platonic LAMP

Word Count: ~1.7k

Masterlist

Chapter 14: What Do We Do First?

The Picani twins took to calling Remy ‘Dad’ almost immediately. Seeing how happy it made their own father, the Sanders boys did the same to Emile.

The first time Logan said it to Emile, he almost cried. Tears welled up in his eyes and he’d gently hugged Logan, making sure it was alright first. Logan hugged him back tightly and let out a soft sigh before heading up to his room.

Over the course of the rest of the boys’ sophomore year, Remy was working up the courage to have a very particular conversation with Emile. Every time he thought he was ready, he chickened out, opting for anything else.

Emile wasn’t stupid, and he could tell Remy had something he wanted to talk about. But the beginning of the year was a busy time for him. There were many people who decided that their resolution would be to finally go to therapy, and Emile was picking up clients left and right.

By the time everything evened out, and those who decided therapy wasn’t for them had dropped it, April had rolled around. The first time Emile truly had a break was the weekend of Roman’s musical.

“I’m headed to the school! See you after!” Roman was shouting into the house as Emile came home.

Emile ducked around him, giving him a high five. “Break a leg.”

“Thank you!”

Roman zipped off, hopping in with Tanya Task, who was waiting at the end of the driveway. The two of them headed off to the school.

Logan cleared his throat, getting everyone’s attention. “We’re going to go hang out in my room until it’s time for dinner. Unless you want help?”

“No,” Remy cut in, realizing what Logan was trying to do for him. “We’ve got it. You probably don’t want to see us sneaking kisses anyway.”

“Is it sneaking if we know you’re doing it?”

Patton giggled at Virgil’s question before heading upstairs behind his brother.

The room fell into a comfortable silence as Emile and Remy expertly moved around each other as they made dinner. The routine was comfortable, the two of them “sneaking” kisses as they went along.

Once the sauce was simmering with the pasta noodles, Emile slipped onto one of their stools. “What’s been on your mind recently?”

“Should’ve known you noticed,” Remy said, before biting his lip. “There’s a conversation we need to have. But I don’t think we should have it while our kids are spying on us.”

A loud gasp came from the staircase, followed by scrambling footsteps as the boys darted upstairs.

Emile stood, taking Remy’s hands in his. “I’m hoping it’s a good thing we need to talk about, but whatever it is, we can have a mature conversation.”

“Oh, god, of course it’s a good thing, Em!” Linking their fingers together, Remy pressed a kiss to Emile’s forehead. “It’s about moving forward, not back. I promise.”

“Pinky promise?”

Remy wrapped his pinky around Emile’s, looking at him with all the love in his heart. “Pinky promise.”

“Apologies for ruining the moment, but I’d rather not eat burnt pasta.”

Both parents dove for the stove. Remy clicked the knob to turn off the heat while Emile yanked the pot off, moving it onto a hot pad.

“Thanks, Logan.”

As the boys set the table, Remy ran a hand through his hair, huffing a little. He’d avoided the conversation again, even though it hadn’t been his intention.

Tonight. He thought to himself, smiling as Emile moved around the table, scooping out portions. We talk tonight.

After everyone had eaten their fill and they’d cleaned up, it was time to head over to get seats for Roman’s show.

“But it starts at 7, Em.” Remy said as Emile drove them over to the school.

Emile shook his head, but anyone could see the small smile on his face. “It starts at 7, yes. But we need to go now so we can get decent seats.”

“Yeah, the best seats tend to be taken by 6:15, if my notes are any indication.” Papers ruffled before Logan spoke again. “Of course, Roman may have gotten the privilege of saving seats for family, but that would technically only apply to the Sanders.”

Turning around, Remy noticed the look on Logan’s face. He simply gave him a nod, the two of them breaking into grins.

It wasn’t surprising that Logan had figured it out. It wasn’t as though Remy had been trying to hide it.

Emile pulled into a parking spot, everyone heading to the front doors. They were joined in the lobby by the other Tasks, the kids all paying for their tickets and heading in to save seats while the adults talked amongst themselves.

“Tanya has been so excited for tonight. I’m so glad she got cast as Elphaba, it’s been her dream role for years.”

Remy laughed. “Yeah, that’s how Roman was last year. He was so excited to play Cinderella’s Prince.”

They talked for a little while longer, before Emile tugged on Remy’s arm. “Rem, the lights are flashing, we’ve gotta go!”

Emile and Remy gave the Tasks a wave goodbye before hustling to their seats. As soon as they’d taken their jackets off and gotten settled, the lights were dimmed completely.

The show went on without too many issues. At one point Roman’s mic hadn’t been turned on, but he managed to project enough that the hanging lights picked up his voice.

During Dancing Through Life, Roman absolutely killed it. The crowd cheered loudly as the music faded, and everyone could see the giant smile on Roman’s face before the lights dimmed.

As the lights came up at the end of the show, the entire audience was on their feet, whistling and clapping.

The Picanis and Sanders made their way to the lobby. Within just a few minutes, the cast came out, making their way to their respective families.

Roman rushed over, giving Patton a bear hug. He gestured for the other boys to join, giving them space as they obliged.

“What did you think??”

“You did amazing!” Patton gushed, jumping up and down in place. “Fiyero is such a good part for you!”

Giving Patton another hug, Roman turned to Logan. “Thanks for the help with the choreography. That little rhyme you made up helped me so much.”

“You’re welcome.”

“V? What did you think?”

Virgil glanced up from fiddling with his sleeves. “You were really good. I can tell that your range has gotten better. Not that it was bad or anything last year, but-”

Roman laid a hand on his shoulder, stopping the explanation. “I get you, no worries.”

“Roman! We’re taking a cast picture!”

“Gotta go, can’t make Elphaba mad.” The joke got a laugh out of the family, and a few of the surrounding crowd. “I’ll meet you guys at home later, we’ve got that cast party tonight.”

“Be home by 11, and stay safe!” Emile called after him as Roman disappeared into the crowd.

“Can we go?” Virgil’s voice was nearly a whisper. He had pulled his hood up and was tugging on the strings.

Emile and Remy exchanged guilty glances before quickly getting the boys back out to the car. Once they were on the road, Remy saw Virgil’s shoulders relax from the rear-view mirror.

“I’m sorry we didn’t leave sooner.”

The two locked eyes in the mirror, Virgil nodding. “It’s okay.”

“Hey, it’s okay to be anxious, remember?” Emile said, his tone gentle. “Do we need to change your medication? You made it through the adjustment period.”

There was a beat of silence.

“Yeah.”

“Okay. I’ll give Dr. McCall a call tomorrow and we’ll get an appointment set up.”

Remy just barely heard Logan whisper, “I can come with if you want. I’ve been doing some research.”

The boys ran upstairs as soon as they got back home. Logan and Virgil were going to look up some of the medications that Logan had looked into, while Patton worked on a diorama.

Swallowing his nerves, Remy grabbed Emile’s hand. “Hey, Em? Can we talk? Good things, I swear.”

“Of course.”

Emile sat down on the couch, watching as Remy paced back and forth. “Do you need therapist Emile or boyfriend Emile?”

That cut the tension, letting Remy get a laugh out. “Boyfriend Emile. And, that’s….kind of what I wanted to talk about.”

“Rem.” Emile’s eyes were getting wide. “Are you proposing?”

“No! I mean, not right this second.” Remy let out a deep sigh. He pushed his hair back, hand bumping into his sunglasses. Taking them off, he played with them in his hands. “But...if I were to do so in the future?”

“Oh, honey, I’d love that!” Grabbing Remy’s face, Emile pulled him into a quick kiss.

Resisting the urge to continue, Remy pulled back ever so slightly. “There’s one more thing. It’s about the kids. We...well, we already pretty much co-parent. I’d like to adopt them.”

That made Emile give him a soft smile. “While I wholeheartedly agree, and I want to adopt your boys as well...we should wait.”

“What?”

“I’m worried what Virgil might think if we adopted them before we were married.” Emile started to explain, threading their fingers together. “He might be afraid that you’ll leave me and then he’d have to deal with two households.”

Leaning so that their foreheads touched, Remy asked, “He’d be afraid or you would be?”

“...maybe a bit of both.”

“Emile Thomas Picani.” Remy started, dropping to one knee. “This isn’t a proposal, but rather a pre-proposal. I love you more than anything on this earth, second to my sons only. If I asked for your hand in marriage, what would you-“

“Yes!” Emile cut him off, pressing their lips together once more, but with more urgency. “Yes, Remy, I will agree to marry you whenever you choose to propose.”

“You’re perfect.”

“Uno reverse.”

The two giggled, falling into each other’s arms and talking as they waited for Roman to get home.

[raven-curls]

Just some fiyeraba fluff.  This one-shot can also be found in fanfiction.net and AO3.

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AO3

“You ship us.”  She raised her brows at the belief in his voice.

He inched closer to her, close enough for him to see the curl of her eyelashes, the flecks in her eyes, the freckles on her face, the curve of her lips.

“You actually ship us.”

She chewed her lip as she felt her face heating up at the intense look in his eyes.  She nodded slightly.  

Her hands went subconsciously to the magazine on her lap.

He looked down at the magazine, his eyes drawn to her long, slender fingers as she fiddled with one of the corners of the glossy centerspread.  It was a photo of Fiyero, carrying the books of a female classmate as they walked across the lawn on their way to class.  The two of them were talking, laughing over something.  The loud, red headline screamed that the Arjiki prince had found a new love.

He leaned back and let out a huff as he ran his fingers through his hair.

“I don’t believe this. You actually ship – “ he looked at the picture again, at the beautiful girl in the picture, her radiant smile that seemed to shine out of the page.  “- Galinda and me?”

Elphaba shrugged with a sheepish smile.

“You actually ship your boyfriend with your best friend?”

She cowed under his stare.

“Why? Elphaba, are you… “ he grappled with the impossible idea.  ���Are you not happy with me?”

“Of course not,” Elphaba blurted, and she quickly closed the magazine, hoping that it would put a stop to the conversation.  It didn’t work.

Fiyero reached out, brushing the back of his knuckles against her soft skin before he cupped her cheek and watched as her eyes fluttered.

“Do you have doubts about us?” He asked softly.

She shook her head. 

His thumb traced across her lips.  She drew in a shaky breath.

“Elphaba, whose hand do I hold when we go out?”

“Mine.”

His hand went to her waist, his touch sending tingles up her body.  “Who do I have in my arms at night?”

“Me.”  Her answer was almost breathless as she anticipated his next move.

He brushed his lips against hers, and she tilted her head. She nipped his lips gently, playfully and he paid back with one of his own.

“Which girl have I been kissing for the past one hundred and eighty-seven days?”  He asked between kisses, as he moved to her jaw and neck and back to her lips again.

“Me?”

“You don’t sound sure,” he teased her, and she tittered before she answered again, firmer this time.

“Me.”

“Then why are you shipping Galinda and me?” He asked when their lips parted. “Why can’t you ship her with someone else?”

“Not imaginative enough,” she admitted.

“Why can’t you ship us? You and me? Elphaba and Fiyero? Miss Green and Mr White?”

“Well.” She looked away, looking so guilty Fiyero almost laughed out loud. “I believe in us, but the other – “ she waved her hand in the air.  “It just makes so much more sense.”

“What makes so much more sense?”

“You and Galinda.”

“Why?” It did not make any sense to him at all.

“You’re both beautiful, rich and popular.  She’s sweet and you’re handsome.  And both of you like the same things and have the same taste. We imagine the two of you attending balls and dancing together and always being the centre of attention.”

“We?”  His eyes widened.  “What do you mean by ‘we’?”  He imagined the whole cohort shipping him with another girl.  The horrors.  But Elphaba’s reply allayed his fears.

“Both of us?”

“You and Galinda?”

The green girl nodded guiltily.

“Is this what you girls do when you can’t sleep at night?”

“Not all nights.” She tried to downplay the whole thing.  “And it’s just imagination, storytelling.  You’re perfect together.  You’re like a fairy tale.  And she always said that she’ll end up marrying someone handsome and with a title.”

“And you?”

“I’ve always known that I will end up a spinster.”

The prince groaned.

“Why can’t you ship us? And imagine us doing things together?” Though he knew how difficult it was for Elphaba to talk to anyone about the two of them, even if it was to her best friend.

“Yero, we’re like directors, scriptwriters, producing one of those fairy-tale movies that she always likes to watch.  The girl is beautiful and kind and the boy will sweep her off her feet.  No one wants a ship where the girl is geeky and stubborn.”

“I do. And you’re beautiful.”

Elphaba ignored his comment and continued. “She’ll come up with the plot, the scene, the wardrobe, and I’m in charge of the logistics, the venues, and lighting.  We tried to replace you with another guy, with some celebrity that she likes, or even an original character, but it just didn’t work. It’s you, but it’s not you.”

“What do you mean?” He did not know that dating her could be so frustrating.

“It’s your face, your name, your titles, your idiosyncrasies.” Fiyero rolled his eyes. “But it is not you – not you you.”

He felt a headache coming on.

“Is that all?”

She nodded.

“Really?”

“We’ve planned the wedding.”

“What?”  He spluttered.  And he thought that there was no way this conversation could get weirder. “Galinda and my wedding?”

She nodded again. “It’ll be the biggest event of the year. It’ll take place in late spring, in the Emerald City Garden, next to that big fountain.  Or maybe it’ll take place in Shiz.  She’ll wear an off-shoulder, bareback, white gown with lace and a twenty-foot train….. “  Fiyero shot out a hand and pressed it against her lips.

“I think I’ve heard enough. I hope you didn’t imagine the wedding night.”

Elphaba’s face turned dark but she shook her head.

“Thank Lurline,” he muttered under his breath.  He grabbed a pencil and paper from her desk and scribbled furiously on the paper.

“What are you writing? Are those instructions to your Arjiki assassins to kill me?” Elphaba asked innocently as she rested her chin on his shoulder, squinting her eyes as she tried to read his illegible handwriting.

“Listing out the names of my buddies. I’m sure a few of them are still single.  Galinda needs a boyfriend.  Immediately. Now. Maybe a few boyfriends.”

“Are they all nice guys?”

“Absolutely.  And handsome, and most of them come with a title or two.”

“Yero?” Elphaba whispered his name as she pressed her lips behind his ear.  He put down the pencil as he turned to meet her lips, distracted.

“Yes?”  

“There’s something else that I didn’t tell you. Something I thought about sometimes.”  She heard the sharp intake of his breath.  Her hand went to his chest, her finger tracing the shape of his diamond tattoos through his shirt.

“What is it?”  She could feel his heart beating so fast under her palm, like a bird in a cage.

“Our wedding night,” she confessed, a shy smile on her lips.

“Now that’s the kind of thing that you should think about,” he said and he kissed her again.

[a-second-hand-sorrow]

No One Mourns The Wicked Part 1 (Bill Denbrough X Reader)

WC: 1515

Warnings: Kinda sad, pining, modern AU, some cursing

Summary: Y/N and Bill get cast in their school, but Y/N’s Glinda is not the one for Bill’s Fiyero

A/N: I know this fic took a little longer than usual, but I’m very proud of it.

"H-have you seen the cast list yet?” Bill said, walking next to me along the bustling corridor.

“Not yet, but I’m kinda nervous to see it.” I admitted, wringing my hands together.

Bill smiled softly at me, going to say something. However he cut himself off, his eyes trailing away from me.

“Bill? What is it?” I said, cocking my head in confusion at his sudden silence.

“The c-cast list.” Bill said, pointing to a cork board that hung behind me on the dull white wall.

I took in a deep breath and grabbed Bill’s hand subconsciously, not catching the bright red flush on his cheeks as we moved towards the list.

“Fingers crossed.” I muttered under my breath, taking in a deep breath before turning my gaze to the sheet of paper.

Right next to the print that read ‘Glinda Upland’ was my name, in bold black ink. My eyes scanned the sheet further and saw Bill’s name next to Fiyero, and I felt my heart soar.

“We did it, Billy! We’re the leads!” I said, throwing my arms around Bill’s neck. The adrenaline coursing through my body and the close proximity to Bill caused my cheeks to darken, and I buried my head in the crook of Bill’s neck.

“Y-yeah.” Bill whispered, his arms tentatively resting on my waist.

“Looks like we’re gonna be seeing a lot of each other, Y/N.” A familiar voice said, and I pulled away from Bill to see Beverly standing there, a half smile on her face.

“I just saw the cast list, and although I’m not so excited about the whole green thing.” Anything Beverly said after this was white noise to me, because my heart sank.

Beverly was Elphaba. Of course. That meant that, ultimately, she got the guy. The guy played by the boy I’d been crushing on since middle school.

“Y/N?” Beverly said, and I snapped out of my stupor.

“Sorry Bev. I spaced out for a second.” I said, and Beverly laughed, a half smile on her face.

“It’s all good, Y/N. I’ll see the two of you in rehearsals on Monday!” She said, smiling widely at both of us before walking away, humming under her breath.

“This is the third grade play all over again.” I muttered under my breath, praying Bill didn’t hear me.

“What?” He said, looking at me with confusion on his face.

I smiled at him gently, suddenly feeling all the worry and stress leave me. “It’s nothing.”

“Ok, now, let’s read from Glinda’s entrance in Act 2. Y/N, take it away.” I stood up, wiping my hands on my jeans before picking up the script.

“Fellow Ozians. As terrifying as terror is, let us put aside our panic for this one day, and celebrate!” I said cheerily, easily slipping into character.

We quickly went through the singing, and soon it came to the dialogue in between.

“Captain, how does it feel?” Greta asked, very much in character as Morrible.

“F-frustrating… but I b-became captain of the guard t-to find her, and I will keep s-searching!” Bill said, a triumphant expression on his face, despite his stuttered words.

“No, being engaged!” Greta said, a sly smile on her face.

“Congratulations!” The rest of the cast chimed, and Bill turned to me, a confused expression.

“This is an engagement party?” Bill said to me, and I giggled, placing an arm on his shoulder.

Bill’s breath hitched, his eyes flitting to my hand for a split second. “Surprised?” I said, my voice a higher pitch than usual.

“Yes.” Bill said, and I went to read my next line, but the director cut us off.

“That was wonderful, but Bill, could we maybe be a tad louder next time? Fiyero isn’t a shy character, and the stage isn’t set up very well, so you’ll have to project.” Bill nodded, his cheeks starting to turn pink.

“S-sorry.” Bill muttered, and I sighed, feeling sorry for him.

“It’s ok, Bill. It’s still early on, so you’ve got time to grow as an actor.” I said, smiling at him gently.

He returned the smile, his eyes shining brightly. “Ok, let’s try from ‘You can’t leave.’ So Bill, that’s your line.” The director said, and Bill nodded, picking up his script.

“You can’t l-leave, because you can’t resist this, a-and that’s the truth.” Bill said, and I felt proud that his stutter was less present.

“Maybe I can’t. Is that so wrong? Who could?” I said, and Bill frowned, a longing look on his face. He was very good at this.

“Y-You know who could. Who has.” He said, and my eyes briefly flickered to Beverly, who sat in the corner flicking through her script. My heart sunk a little.

“Fiyero, I miss her too, but we can’t just stop living. No one has searched harder for her than you. But don’t you see? She doesn’t want to be found. We have to face it.” I said gently, placing my hands on Bill’s chest.

Being in character seemed to give me more confidence, but that didn’t stop the pink blush from coating my cheeks at the close proximity.

“You’re right. I’m s-sorry, you’re right. And if it’s going to m-make you happy, of course I’ll m-marry you.” Bill said, wrapping his hands around mine, holding them tightly.

“But it’ll make you happy too, right?” I said hopefully, looking up at Bill. He dropped my hands and took in a deep breath, a shaky smile on his face.

“You know me… always h-happy.” The director’s loud clap made me jump, and the both of us turned our heads towards him.

“That was incredible! Now, Beverly, Bill, do you wanna run through As Long As You’re Mine? Because Stan isn’t here so we can’t do Wonderful, so that’s the next song in the lineup.”

Beverly’s head whipped up from her script, and nodded, walking up to the front of the stage.

Bill gave me a half smile before walking over next to Beverly, waving at her halfheartedly. I let out a sigh, taking a seat next to Mike.

“Sorry Y/N. I brought a book if you wanna distract yourself from that.” Mike said, gesturing to Bev and Bill onstage.

“That’d be wonderful, Mike. Thank you.” I said, graciously accepting his battered copy of the Philosopher’s Stone.

“I know how much you like him.” Mike said, and I let out a soft sigh.

Suddenly music filled the theatre, and I couldn’t help but turn my head towards the two of them.

“Kiss me too fiercely, hold me too tight. I need help believing you’re with me tonight. My wildest dreams could not foresee lying beside you, with you wanting me.”

My heart hurt hearing Beverly sing those words. I remembered their little middle school fling before Beverly left for Portland, and I remembered how much it hurt Bill to see her leave.

Her hands were running up and down his arms, and I buried my head in the book, desperately trying to block out what was going on.

“Maybe I’m brainless, maybe I’m wise. But you’ve got me seeing through different eyes. Somehow I’ve fallen under your spell, and somehow I’m feeling it’s ‘up’ that I fell.”

I let out a gasp when I heard Bill sing. He didn’t stutter once, and his voice was soft, yet somehow incredibly powerful.

This made my stomach twist, because I wanted more than anything else to be the one he was singing those words to.

His face was gentle, looking at Beverly with an expression I’d seen in his eyes before.

“Every moment, as long as you’re mine. I’ll wake up my body and make up for lost time.” Bill sang, the combination of his soft voice and the tongue in cheek lyrics stinging like a knife.

I bit my lip, setting Mike’s book down next to me.

I stood up and left the auditorium, trying to make sure the doors behind me didn’t make too much noise.

“Y/N.” Mike’s voice called, trailing away quickly as the doors shut. I made my way to the bathroom, locking myself in a green-doored stall.

The tears began to flow, and I couldn’t stop them, no matter how ridiculous I felt. Sorrow and self-pity were at the forefront of my brain, seemingly turning the taps behind my eyes.

Why would Bill be interested in me, anyway? Everything I had, Beverly had in spades. She was smarter, prettier, funnier and kinder than me.

I wiped the tears away quickly, but my flushed face and red eyes gave away that I had very clearly been crying.

Suddenly I heard a knock on the door, and I straightened up, wiping away tears that weren’t there.

“Y/N, are y-you ok? I saw you s-storm off.” Bill’s pleasant voice filled my ears, and I hesitantly unlocked the stall door, making my way out of the bathroom.

“I’m fine, Bill. I couldn’t be better.”