#i love fiyero so much

[swiftiedaisies]

i love how much foreshadowing is in the lyrics of the songs in wicked (it’s part of the reason why it’s my favourite musical) BUT, there is one that always gets me…

‼️HUGE WICKED PT2 SPOILERS BELOW‼️

and it’s this one from dancing through life:

i remember listening to the soundtrack after i saw the west end show for the first time and just being like… EXCUSE ME?? like that’s literally what happens to him

it’s such an obvious lyric when you look back but when you watch it for the first time you’re like ‘haha funny dumb man’ and then when you listen after seeing the show you’re like… OH YOURE A PROPHET MY DUDE

anyway ik im just starting the plain obvious but that lyric took me out the first time i realised 😭

[voidscreechingonathursday]

As long as you're mine.

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[cto10121]

Book Fiyero: *immediately recognizes Elphaba and stations himself at the backdoor to prevent her from evading him, stalks her halfway across town to her aerie (even though at that point in time she was only a college friend he hadn’t seen in five years), insists on seeing her again, instinctively goes to comfort her when she first cries, gets sucked into increasingly deep and fraught conversations with her about collateral damage and freedom fighter terrorism, calls her the “most individual, the most separate, the most real” DURING AN ARGUMENT, says he adores Elphaba’s looks IN THAT SAME ARGUMENT, doesn’t understand Elphaba’s “being born with a talent or an inclination for goodness is the aberration” comment because (implied) he sincerely believes Elphaba isn’t evil, changes his mind about the plight of the Animals all by himself but doesn’t mention it to Elphaba because he is afraid she would distance himself from him, buys scarves for both his wife and Elphaba even though only Elphaba likes scarves, is so concerned for Elphaba and her dangerous Lurlinemas Eve mission that he stalks her instead of staying at his club or just leaving town altogether, and is so worried about her that he returns to the aerie just to see her*

Also Book Fiyero: Am I in love with Elphaba?

[love-and-books320]

Random quote from my mom: I think Elphaba's really feeling Fiyero and Glinda's really feeling Elphaba....

[seraphimankh]

Magical Mishaps

Chapter 5 is out!

[presidentofspace]

Hot take: the reason Glinda is so absolutely crushed in Act 2 when Fiyero leaves is less because she’s in love with him and more because it’s an entirely too familiar reminder of Elphaba leaving her (and Glinda not being brave enough to follow).

Glinda in “Thank Goodness” is Fiyero in “Dancing Through Life”— someone who’s consciously choosing the smooth, privileged, faux-ignorant path because it’s much less risky than actually acknowledging you care. Fiyero tries to play the part with Glinda a little while longer, but he can’t keep it up.

Because he doesn’t want it—he can’t want it—anymore. ;)

When Fiyero leaves with Elphaba, it’s a reminder of what Glinda couldn’t do. What she still can’t do. It’s got to feel like the moment in the attic all over again.

[enigma731]

it's 2am which means it's time to be unhinged about ALAYM for the millionth time in the past two decades but

with all the recent meta/interviews about Elphaba being able to see through Fiyero's mask, and his appreciation for her as she is, I'm feeling extra insane about "come be how you want to, and see how bright we shine"

I already knew this scene was going to kill me but now I'm pretty sure it will be that line in particular

[miles-crow]

What can I say? Tincrow server (okay, @bratleyuppercvntiii actually) made me do it

[wickedly-mindless-and-careless]

trying to get back into fic writing bc I have a multi-chapter fiyeraba au fic idea that won't leave my brain. if any other fic writers have any tips/tricks/advice, I would be forever grateful 💚

[instantpansies]

life is hard for us oz fans who are only meh about wicked. have half a meme.

[margottrek]

that one wicked deleted scene,,, spones to me

[theheroheart]

"PRINCE FIYERO IS THE OZLANDS HOMEGROWN HUNKTHROB"

[transmasc-freya-fellow]

just saw wicked and i need to say one thing

elphaba thropp has two hands.

[dayas]

“Have I entered an alternate universe or did you really just crack a smile for me?” + fiyeraba

Drabble Prompts

YESSSSS

Costars AU 🤩 solely cause I can 😁

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Fiyero Tigelaar didn’t know what he did wrong. He couldn’t remember making any terrible missteps or disappearing into a perilous pitfall during any conversation he’d had with his costar since being cast as the male lead in the biggest romantic movie of the year. But he knew he must’ve done something to irk or anger Elphaba Thropp, because the moment they finished rehearsing a scene, she flat out refused to speak another word to him. Fiyero was a bit surprised by Director Morrible’s casting choice, considering he was one of the biggest stars in the world and she was completely unknown, discovered in some small town. But when he’d seen her act for the first time, watched as she transformed before his very eyes into a completely different person, he understood her reasoning perfectly. She was incredible, and he’d somehow bungled his chances of getting to know her in any capacity that wasn’t strictly professional. And he had tried, approaching her after they’d met for the first time at their chemistry read to congratulate her. Albeit he’d been flirting with some of the other girls who were auditioning mere moments before, but he considered that a completely irrelevant detail. He’d attempted to catch her after their initial table reading too, only to be courteously brushed off before she left. Fiyero didn’t understand it. He had never been brushed aside before. She had to be the only person on Earth who either didn’t know who he was, or didn’t care.

Strangely enough, it felt… refreshing.

He started backing away after that, giving her more space, even if he couldn’t resist a flirtatious quip or two once their scenes concluded. He had no idea whether she’d noticed or not, seeing as she barely spoke two words to him when she didn’t have to (if she even stuck around that long).

After a particularly strenuous rehearsal, Fiyero decided to give his attempts at beginning a genuine friendship with Elphaba one last try.

“Would you like some tea?”

To his complete and utter surprise, she softly said, “Yes.”

His eyes lit up, though he kept his smile small and his nod cordial.

“Come on, then.”

Boq’s home, at which the main cast was currently gathered, was small. Neither he nor Elphaba had offered their current apartments up for post rehearsal hangouts. To him, she seemed impersonal, which explained her reluctance to engage with the rest of them. He preferred his own space to remain his own. It was the only place he could exist solely as himself, not as the larger than life figure he was expected to be.

They walked into the kitchen together as the chattering of the rest of their cast mates faded away. Fiyero set about preparing the kettle, heating the stove and placing the kettle down.

“I normally drink coffee this late at night.”

Elphaba offered him her words casually. Fiyero, still in slight disbelief that she was actually talking to him voluntarily, of her own free will, managed to retain enough brain power to ask, “Why’s that?”

“I used to stay up so late learning lines and practicing for auditions. It’s just habit now, I guess.”

She seemed conflicted, something flickering in her eyes, an internal battle he was only catching flashes of. Still, she asked him, “Have you always preferred tea?”

“Always,” Fiyero confirmed with a nod. “My mum made the best cups, though. It never comes out quite as right when I do it.”

“My mom made the best cups of coffee, too.”

He was surprised by the gentle smile that touching the edges of his lips. He’d gathered the tea pot, tea leaves and the infuser, and he set about readying them for the boiling water. Fiyero knew he probably should have simply enjoyed the moment and kept any further questions to himself.

He was never very good at doing that.

“If I may ask, what changed?”

Elphaba chewed on her lower lip for a moment, staring at him. Whatever she saw in his eyes must have been convincing enough, because she answered, “I saw you today. With that little girl.”

Fiyero froze. Boq’s family had stopped by briefly earlier for a visit, his young niece included. Fiyero figured no one caught the moment he assisted her, but apparently, Elphaba had. Fiyero covered his momentary stillness as best he could, moving to pour the tea into the pot. He offered her a cup once it was steeped, a minute or so later.

“She was crying,” Elphaba said after she’d taken her first sip, “but everyone else was so caught up in their own world. You, though… you leaned down and asked her what was wrong. You talked to her like she was a person, you didn’t infantilize her. You picked her up when she held her arms out and you made her laugh. And you let her go once it was over, like nothing happened. Like you didn’t just see her.”

Fiyero said nothing, sipping from his tea. Elphaba took a step forward, towards him.

“No one noticed. Well, no one but me. You didn’t do what you did for the cameras, or your fans, or even for Boq. You did it because it was the right thing to do.”

She took another step and he almost warned her to stop, because he wasn’t quite sure what he would do if she continued.

“No matter how shallow and self absorbed you pretend to be, it’s all pretense.”

Elphaba’s murmur was meant only for his ears. Part of him wanted to crawl beneath the table they stood next to and forget everything she just said. The louder, bolder part of him pushed him forwards, his chest a single inch away from hers. He looked down, carefully brushing one of the small braids that had fallen forward during their conversation away from her face. He had to take back some power, after all, and he knew his effect on people very well. He bit back the self satisfied smirk that threatened to rise at the quiet breath she sucked in. No matter what she said, she wasn’t as immune to him as she pretended to be.

“There is no pretense here,” Fiyero whispered, more for himself than for her. He needed the reminder more than he cared to admit.

“I don’t think so,” Elphaba whispered back, her gaze steady upon him.

“Elphaba! Fiyero! You guys have got to see this!”

NessaRose’s voice shattered whatever it was the two of them had found themselves entangled in.

“After you.”

Fiyero stepped aside, allowing Elphaba to set her cup down and walk past him. She paused at the kitchen’s edge, turned back to him and said, “Thanks for the tea.”

Incredibly, a small smile lit up her face. She looked pretty when she smiled, Fiyero thought. He would have to see it again sometime. But not currently — he had a reputation to uphold, regardless of whether or not she’d seen right through it.

“Have I entered an alternate universe or did you really just crack a smile for me?”

“Don’t push it.”

“Pushing is what I do best, love.”

“Elphaba!” NessaRose called again.

“Coming!” Elphaba yelled back. To Fiyero, once more, she offered those same two words.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

He stayed behind to clean up the kitchen before waltzing back into the living room, performance ready. But he noticed Elphaba let him sit closer to her than she usually would, that she began to ask for his opinion if he didn’t already provide it, and allowed herself to laugh at his jokes.

He wasn’t sure what it was that made him want more.

All Fiyero knew was one way or another, he was going to know her.

[i-live-inyourwalls]

elphaba never getting loved publicly…..only seeing fiyero at night…..fighting with glinda…..dying alone with a stranger who tried to save her life :-(

[littlefabala]

As long as you're mine Brasil 2023 💚