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“elphaba and i are getting married; she doesnt know yet… 🩷”
#gelphie#wicked movie#wicked the musical#honestly one of my favorite quotes from the movie… BUT MAKE IT YURI#glinda is so down bad for elphaba its crazy#gelphie fanart#wicked fanart
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Nah, I can't agree. Glinda absolutely made the wrong choice, and Elphaba was not selfish — on the contrary, she asked Glinda to go with her because she wanted to SAVE Glinda from the Wizard's lies. Her "you too" is not "oh you've turned against me too" — because obviously Glinda, at heart, is still on Elphaba's side — it's Elphaba saying "oh, I'm too late, you're already under the Wizard's spell". And Elphaba knows how powerful that spell is: because she was under it herself until just a few minutes earlier, and had been "since birth", as she tells us from the very beginning. The ONLY reason Elphaba was able to break out of it, to have her whole worldview shattered, is because she believed that the Wizard was not only fundamentally Good but also Real (unlike all the fake, shallow, stupid people who have made her life hell since day one). Glinda can't be liberated quite so easily from the Wizard's spell because unlike Elphie, Glinda was born fully into the Wizard's Oz, and all of its artifice. She never believed in Real Good to begin with — she always knew that society is fake, image is more important than truth, etc. — but even a shallow #Good is better than Bad, and it's the goodest Good there is; it's as natural and irresistible as gravity to her. It's crazy in Glinda's eyes for Elphaba to sacrifice the world as it really is — even if it's hollow — than ruin her life in a futile struggle against it.
In the film, one of the very first things Glinda ever says to Elphaba is that once she's learned magic she will help solve Elphaba's problem(s): Elphaba finds it ridiculous that Glinda could offer to help someone she's never met, using skills she doesn't have. But that's... exactly like the Wizard, isn't it? Glinda — with all of her "it's not about aptitude, it's the way you're viewed" philosophizing — was ultimately right about the way Ozian society works. She's in the wrong for accepting that. Elphaba wasn't wrong for going against it (since it never accepted her to begin with) and wanting to liberate Glinda from that: but Glinda just wasn't ready. Why should she be? The Wizard's Oz treated her just fine; better than fine. Glinda isn't ready to give up that false happiness until Elphaba is dead — because until then, she'd still held onto hope that her Elphie would come back, accept the world the way it is, and be accepted in return for how wonderful she truly is. Only once that hope — the very thing that the Wizard manipulated all along — is doused, does Glinda realize that she had the power to change the world all along, it wasn't futile, and in fact she never needed to accept a society that operated like that in the first place.
So yes, Glinda was always wrong, and Elphaba was always right: but both of their decisions were motivated by true and selfless love for each other. Elphie just understood that neither of them could ever truly be happy within the Wizard's Oz — while Glinda was deluded to the very end that they could never find happiness OUTSIDE of it. A lot of people have interpreted Glinda as weak or cowardly — and I can see that reading, certainly — but more than that: Elphie was her weakness. She chose wrong — she was led along by false hope, and did things that she could never take back — but she always thought deep down that she was doing it for Elphaba.
I love how inherently selfish both Glinda AND Elphaba are as protagonists. But where one gets praised and admired for it, the other gets demonised and hated.
People always attack Glinda’s decision not to runaway with Elphaba, but no one acknowledges how overtly selfish it is to ask that of someone.
Elphaba is asking Glinda to throw her ENTIRE life away for her. To be ostracised and hated all throughout Oz when she knows full well how badly Glinda cares about what people think of her.
And while Elphaba is used to such ostracisation, Glinda is not.
It is an equally selfish decision to refuse Elphaba request. To perpetuate corrupt beliefs you don’t believe; in order to be accepted and validated by people in power.
They’re BOTH in the wrong, for entirely different reasons. It was an impossible situation with no right answer. And I’m sick of people acting like Glinda made the “ wrong choice ”
#gelphie#elphaba x glinda#glinda x elphaba#glinda#glinda upland#elphaba thropp#elphaba#wizard of oz#wicked#the wizard
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Never-Ending Encore, ch.6
Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7
Chapter Summary: Best way to make a new friend in the most dangerous city in the world? Simple! Offer them baked goods as a thanks after they patch you up from almost dying in a knife fight!! So easy!!! :D
Warning: minor blood, minor swearing
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“There you go,” Red Hood said opening the window to Eden’s fire escape from inside the apartment. She’d cautiously – and, in this instance, annoyingly – locked it earlier. “Back at Casa de Eden, safe and—”
“Don’t do that again!” she whisper-shrilled in his face.
Red Hood jerked back, surprised. The nerve! He knew full well he’d given Eden a heart attack vaulting off the fire escape like that. And he barely held on to the building while he checked her other window!
“You scared the livin' crap out of me! We’re on the ninth floor, for Pete’s sake!"
He scoffed. “Guess it’s a good thing you left the other window unlocked then, huh? Can you imagine? One little slip then, splat! No more Red Hood." He sniffed obnoxiously and wiped an imaginary tear from the eye of his helmet. "So sad."
“Oh please.” Eden rolled her eyes as she passed her groceries to him. “Like you wouldn’t have pulled out your grappling hook or something and saved yourself.”
“Oh?” He offered her his free hand, dropping the act. “So you mean I had everything under control? And you had nothing to freak out about? Imagine that.”
“Listen you,” Eden said taking his hand, allowing him to help her through the window. “You know well and good by now that I am a panicky person. The very least you could do is give me a heads up before you do something crazy like that!”
“Alright, fine. Don’t freak out, but I’m about to walk over to your table. So scary!”
She rolled her eyes again. "Yeah, I’m absolutely petrified, Mr. Hood.”
He let out a small amused sound.
Cautiously holding her, he led her toward her kitchen table. Eden felt a little ridiculous, but he probably thought she’d keel over if he let her walk on her own. That's what would probably happen to a normal person who’d lost as much blood as her. So, despite being perfectly fine, she played along — totally not enjoying how close he was to her. Nope. Not even the littlest bit.
But as he led her across the room, Eden couldn’t help but see her place with a fresh set of eyes. The kind a person only ever saw through when an unexpected visitor walked through their door — or, in this case, window.
Her apartment was so tiny and barren there honestly wasn’t much to see to begin with. But that didn’t stop Eden from noticing every flaw that was there. Every crumb and speck of dust. Every scuff and scratch that marked the fake wooden floor. The huge pile of “clean” clothes sitting on a chair next to her – thankfully closed – closet door. The walls void of anything but cracks, holes, and an old pair of coat hooks by the front door.
Being in such a small space, and hoping to be able to afford something a little nicer in the not-too-distant future, Eden had decided early on not to fill it with any big or unnecessary furniture. It wasn’t like she needed much to begin with, and she didn’t want to deal with nine flights of stairs when she moved, so it had made sense.
Plus, it wasn’t like she planned on ever having guests. Even if she had people to invite over, inviting anybody to her neck of the woods would just be asking for trouble. Her neighborhood was far too… unneighborly. She’d feel tremendously guilty if anything bad happened to someone who shouldn’t be there to begin with.
But now that she had a guest, Eden severely regretted not trying to turn the rundown studio into something a little homier.
Her “living area” was a piss poor sight with only a lazily made-up mattress and a scratched-up coffee table to fill it. The mattress, which sat on the floor, acted as both Eden’s bed and couch; its sheets half sprawled, half bunched up in a way that Mama never would’ve allowed. The square coffee table – small enough for her to have carried onto the subway with only a little trouble – was absolutely covered in scattered piles of books, notebooks, and pens. Her laptop and headphones – the only things she’d splurged on with Frank’s money – sat on her bed, glaringly shiny and new compared to everything around them.
At least the tight galley kitchen was clean and tidy. She still swept and wiped everything down each night, just like she would back home. Even if the linoleum was unsalvageable in places and the counters worn down, it looked better to Eden than the living space. The colorful dishrags, oven mitts, and canisters of utensils gave it more character than any other space in the apartment. Made it more… presentable.
“By the way, please tell me that’s not your cellphone,” Red Hood groaned.
Eden glanced down at her phone, still on the kitchen table where she’d left it, right next to the tiny notebook of phone numbers. Then she looked up at him, confused.
“Of course it is… Whose else would it be?”
He made a gruff sound, stopping in front of the chair Eden had fled from... gosh, was it only an hour ago? She sat down as he set her bags in front of her with a loud thud.
“Seriously? You went out this late and you didn’t even bring your phone? Do you still think you’re in Kansas, Dorothy?”
Eden frowned. “I know exactly where I am, Glinda.”
“I am not Glinda,” he argued.
“Then are you Elphaba? Or the Great and Powerful Oz himself?” She twirled her hand and dipped her head, giving him a quick, theatrical bow. “Your Oziness.”
He snorted. “I’m just saying it was stupid.”
“I know it was stupid, I just…”
Her eyes flickered down to the little notebook with all her friends and family’s numbers inside. Guilt pulled at her heartstrings. Then she looked to her phone.
Like her laptop and headphones, it was new and bought with Frank’s money. The same money she used to get here. The money he'd given her for trusting him with her “donation”. For agreeing to that stupid meeting in the first place. For thinking he was still her father after all these years.
What a joke.
“It doesn’t matter,” she huffed, snatching them up as she stood. “I’m just an idiot.”
She moved to the smallest of her kitchen drawers, her designated “junk drawer”. So far it only contained a few pens, a pad of post-it notes, a screwdriver, some scissors, and a hair tie. She tossed the phone and notebook in too and shut it roughly.
“Anyway.” She turned back to Red Hood. “What would you like for your thank you?”
Red Hood, who’d been watching at her intently, lifted his head slightly. “Huh?”
“What would you like?” she asked again, thinking it obvious. “I know you liked the cookies I made last week. I think it was snickerdoodles, right? Did you want some more of those or something else?”
“Or… Wait, what?”
“Or something else,” she repeated. “I know you’re keen on calling me that dumb cookie name, but I bake more than cookies, you know. Brownies, fudge, pie, cake — you name it! It doesn’t even have to be sweet either. The only thing I can’t do is make something with filling. I mean, I could but I haven’t bought a piping bag so I’d have to make do with a makeshift one; which, again, I could do, but it’d be a lot messier and I'm actually not that great at filling pastries either way, so I’d really rather not, but—”
“Wait, wait,” he said raising a hand and moving forward. “What are you talking about? Piping bags? Filling?”
“Uh, a thank you?” she said, again, like it was obvious. “You helped me a lot tonight and I want to make it up to you."
“You’ve already thanked me a few times,” he said turning his head a moment. “You really don’t have to—”
“Ohhhh no you don’t, Mr. Hood!” she said stepping forward and wagging her finger at him. “Don't you pretend you didn't go out of your way for me tonight. I know you did, and I know y’all aren’t that big on manners here, but it’s only right I go a little out of my way too to repay you for it.”
"But I can’t stay with you all night, Cookie Girl,” he teased, crossing his arms and leaning against the counter opposite her. “There might be some other dumbass buying eggs and flour in the middle of the night who gets in a knife fight. Can't leave them to bleed out on the streets, now can I?"
"I suppose not," she agreed. "Though I have to admit I'm a little disappointed." She pouted and fluttered her eyelashes. "You really don't think I'm a one-of-a-kind kind of dumbass, Mr. Hood?"
Red Hood barked out a laugh, making Eden grin.
“Oh hey, how about this!" she said jumping black to their original conversation. "I can make a batch of fudge and keep it until you have time in your very busy rescuing-total-idiots schedule to stop by again. Would that work?”
He rubbed the jaw of his helmet as he considered it, then turned to her again. “How good’s your fudge?”
She choked on a laugh at how serious he sounded and cleared her throat. “Pretty good, I’d say. Never heard any complaints and I’ve been making it about as long as I’ve been making cookies.”
He hummed comically loud, the distortion making it unharmonious. “Tempting. Very tempting."
“Annnnnd,” she said leaning forward, “it’d be another one of my Mama’s recipes. It doesn't get much better than that, Mr. Hood, I promise you.”
He hummed again. “I guess one batch of fudge couldn’t hurt.”
“Perfect!” Eden beamed, clapping her hands together. “Any allergies I should know about? Nuts? Dairy? Special calorie diet? Please say no to that one; I hate dealing with low-fat nonsense. I'll do it, of course, for you, but I won't like it.”
“Nah,” he said, sounding amused. “I'm good with whatever. Go crazy, Cookie Girl.”
“Alrighty then. Oh!” She steepled her fingertips and drummed them together, grinning. “Oh, I know exactly what I'll make you... hehehe...”
“Uh, should I be scared?”
“Not at all, Mr. Hood!" she said far too sweetly. "You said go crazy, so crazy I'll go.”
He shook his head at her, then tilted it slightly. “You might wanna take a shower before you go too crazy."
"Hm?"
He nodded to her shirt and Eden glanced down.
“Oh. Right.” She still looked like a crime scene. She looked up at him again, sheepishly. "Sorry."
He shrugged, unbothered. "Don't be sorry. I’m just not huge a fan of blood in my fudge.”
"That's fair," Eden giggled, grateful for the ease that came from talking to him. She looked at her shirt again, grimaced, and pulled at the bloodied fabric. “I should probably go do that now actually...”
“I'll get out of your hair then," Red Hood said pushing himself away from the counter. "Try not to get your stitches wet if you can help it.” Then he stopped and turned as if remembering something. Eden waited until he finally decided to speak. “You seem to be able to hold yourself up now.”
Suddenly, remembering the role she was meant to be playing, her body self-corrected and started to droop to one side. Eden corrected that self-correction by dramatically shifting her weight to the other side then back again — like she was testing her balance in a very, very bizarre way.
“Yeah," she said standing upright again. "I’m not as dizzy as I was before.” Which was not untrue. She’d been extremely dizzy when he'd first found her and wasn’t at all now, so, technically, not a lie. “But I’ll sit down if it gets bad again. That’s what you’re supposed to do, right?”
Red Hood nodded slowly, not saying anything. He slung the black medical bag off his shoulder and put it on the table next to her groceries.
“I’ll leave this in case you need it," he muttered.
Eden nodded, knowing she wouldn’t, then walked him to the window. “Thanks, Mr. Hood. I’ll try to replace whatever I use." She smiled. "I don’t suppose you could give me a rough ballpark on when you might come back?”
“What,” he teased climbing back onto her fire escape, “miss me already?”
“No,” she said too quickly. “Of course not. Don’t be dumb. I’m asking for the, uh, timeline. For… fudge. Purposes. Obviously.”
“Obviously,” he repeated, kneeling in front of her window.
Eden’s cheeks grew warmer and she looked away. “Anyway," she mumbled. "I’m home by 7 most nights. But Sunday or Monday night would work best for me.”
“Alright, I’ll try to shoot for one of those.” Red Hood glanced over his shoulder and down the street. “I really should go now, Cookie Girl.” He stood from the window and pulled out his grappling hook. “Try not to do anything too stupid while I’m gone.”
“Yeah, I’ll do my best,” she scoffed. “Try not to do anything too crazy before you come back."
He snorted. “I’ll do my best.”
Eden smiled, becoming more sincere. "I'll see you later then, Mr. Hood."
"Yeah. See you later, Cookie Girl."
He jumped off the fire escape and Eden leaned out her window to watch him soar across the street. He passed several buildings before landing on a rooftop, where he paused for a moment.
He looked back at her and Eden jerked in surprise, nearly smacking her head against the glass. She sent him a small, shy wave, embarrassed at having been caught watching him go, and Red Hood returned it with a raise of his hand. It looked like he might be shaking his head, too.
Eden quickly ducked back inside and shut and locked her window. She spun around and leaned against it, trying to calm her beating heart and fiery face.
She was already being stupid, it seemed. She really had no reason to be so embarrassed! People watch other people leave their houses all the time! Eden had stood out on the front porch plenty of times back home to watch folks go — sometimes with a smile and a wave, sometimes with a scowl and a rifle in her arms. So how was watching Red Hood go any different? She shook her head and sighed.
That sigh acted as a signal and started a chain reaction.
With nobody else around, her body freely began to set off all kinds of alarms. It had saved her from another encore, yes; and now it demanded its due. She was tired, starved, and just flat out weak from her body's efforts to keep her alive.
The sudden wave of exhaustion nearly brought her to the floor. “Okay,” she mumbled, forcing herself to stand up straight. “Food, then shower, then sleep. Then everything ’ll be better,” she promised.
She stagged back to the table to take care of her groceries. Aside from a few cracked eggs, everything was still intact and, considering the adventurous night she’d had, Eden counted that as a victory.
She could have turned on the stove and heated up some leftovers. She wasn’t so hungry that she was just grabbing anything and shoving it into her mouth. But sleep's siren call was loud and clear, and Eden was eager for bed, so she ate her food cold standing over the sink. The casserole dish was empty before her stomach was full, but it would suffice until morning.
When she turned on the bathroom light and saw her reflection, she froze. Is this what she'd looked like all night? No wonder Red Hood had been so concerned! She looked like she’d caught the red death and was bleeding from every pore! Her shirt was completely soaked through, which she’d already known, but some of the blood had also seeped into her coat and even her pants.
She took a step closer to the mirror. “Holy heck…” Red Hood agreeing to see her again was nothing short of a miracle.
The blood had completely stained the skin around her neck and chest. Only the space around her stitches was clean. The top of her hair was wild and windswept while the bottom half was damp and matted with blood. Her cheeks grew warm as some silly part of her lamented over Red Hood seeing her so gross and uncouth. She tried to fix her hair – as if doing so now would somehow change how she’d looked before – but gave up shortly after beginning.
She turned on the shower and peeled the wet, sticky clothing from her body. Stepping into the hot water, the leftover strain in her muscles eased further, making it harder to keep herself upright. Using her nails, she picked at the adhesive part of the band-aid Red Hood had, half-jokingly, stuck to her palm before bringing her home. The cut, little more than a paper cut now, stung as soap suds and shampoo found their way into the tiny cracks of her skin.
At first, she tried to keep her stitches dry like Red Hood had told her, but gave up quickly. She was too tired for all that. And whatever consequences there were for a normal person wetting their stitches, it likely wouldn’t affect Eden much. Besides, the constant stream of warm water on her neck felt amazing. At least until washed-out conditioner seeped into her stitches. Then Eden regretted everything.
When she got out, she rubbed the mirror clean of fog to inspect her neck. It was just as she’d predicted.
Though red with irritation, the cut no longer reached down to her collarbone and the once deep gash in the crook of her neck was now but a shallow slice. By the time she woke up tomorrow, she doubted there would be anything left of the wound at all. The stitches had been, as she'd known, completely unnecessary. And now she was stuck with them. And would soon have no slice, no cut, nor wound to justify their existence. Great.
Turning out the light, she took a long breath. Hopefully, her body would make short work of the stitches and they would dissolve quickly. But until then, she would just have to keep her neck covered.
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When she finally crawled into bed, Eden snuggled into her covers and replayed the night in her mind. For as much agony as his stitches had – and would – put her through, Red Hood had transformed her awful, lonely night into something warm and wonderful. And now, she even had something to look forward to. As she drifted off to sleep, Eden found herself smiling. Maybe, somewhere in this big, dangerous city, Red Hood was smiling, too.
She giggled softly at the thought, hoping that maybe – just maybe – he was eager to see her again, too.
Chapter 7
Kinda short this time but I hope it was still a nice read!
As always, even the tiniest feedback is loved and appreciated 🥰💕
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