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Two Dorothy x Scarecrow Short Stories

♡ | A Beautiful Masterpiece | ♡

Note: In all of my stories, Dorothy is an adult (usually around 20-23).

Dorothy's hand moved quickly yet skillfully across the surface of the canvas. Colorful, broad strokes of paint were added with each touch of the brush. Her eyes moved between her painting and her subject. She tried to capture the texture of his burlap face and the structure of his gloved hands as realistically as possible. This wasn't her first time painting the king of Oz, but so far, she wasn't completely happy with any of her work. No matter how hard Dorothy tried, she always felt that something was missing.

This painting was no different. The library setting where the canvas was set up did nothing to change the farm girl's perception. It was hopeless. However, the king believed his girlfriend was very talented. He wanted to prove that to her and eventually came up with a plan. Getting up from his spot, the straw man walked behind her to look at what she was painting.

"Dorothy," Scarecrow said softly, laying his gloved hands on her shoulders. "You know I love how you paint me, right?"

"I know you do, but..." The farm girl replied, staring sadly at the canvas. "I don't like how I paint you. I feel like I don't do you justice."

"You're too humble sometimes. Everyone in Oz thinks you paint beautifully, and I do as well." The straw man reassured her, but he didn't want to invalidate her feelings. "Still, I understand how you feel."

"You do?" Dorothy sounded surprised at this revelation.

"Of course! I'm an inventor. People see me as one of the best inventors in Oz's history, but I don't think so. The machines I've made, except the Rainbow Mover, have all been very simple." Scarecrow sighed, reflecting on what he saw as his own failures. "The same goes for my leadership. I think I'm an okay king. I keep the Emerald City together, but how does that make me any greater than the Wizard or Pastoria?"

"Your inventions are brilliant, and you're a great king too." The farm girl refused to let him discount his abilities and achievements as his modesty showed. "You always have been, even when you were just starting. You did everything you could after the Jester destroyed Oz, you dealt with a rebellion, and you stopped the Nome King from taking your throne."

"No, Kansas, it wasn't just me! Remember when you came back for the third time, and I was trying to act all regal? I wanted to show all of Oz that I could be more than just that simple scarecrow in the cornfield, but I betrayed myself in the process." The king then brightened, recalling a specific moment of happiness. "This is going to sound corny, but you brought me back to my senses. You taught me that I could be a decent ruler and still be me. Now, you're doubting your ability to paint, but the truth is that you know me better than I even know myself. There's love in every stroke of your brush, and I see it."

Dorothy shook her head. "I'm still not happy with how every portrait of you I make looks. Something is missing, and it bothers me so much."

"Hmm, I think I know what's wrong." He studied the half-finished painting with a pensive expression. "Perhaps, you need to take a new approach."

The farm girl was confused by what she wasn't seeing. "What do you mean by that?"

"Well, in every painting you create of me, it's always just me alone," Scarecrow suggested with a mischievous smirk, clearly hinting at a hidden desire. "Maybe painting someone that I love next to me would make your art more engaging."

"Oh! I see." Dorothy smiled at his statement, knowing exactly what he was trying to say. "I think I have an idea for a new painting."

"Wonderful, I can't wait to see it!" The king briefly kissed her on the lips before leaving. "I do have to go since I have a meeting, but I'm sure you'll create a masterpiece that could rival the talents of Picasso and Van Gogh."

"You only know those painters because of me!" The farm girl commented, picking up her brush once again. "And I am not at their level yet. Also, how can I make a masterpiece when my muse isn't right next to me?"

"Oh, I know I'm always on your mind, and that you never forget me." Scarecrow chuckled at his own joke, feeling quite amused. "You said so yourself all those years ago: 'I'll miss you most of all'. If you miss me, you won't ever let the image of my face leave your mind."

"Okay, wisecracker, you have somewhere to be," Dorothy responded playfully before whispering to him. "I appreciate your attempt at flirting with me though."

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Hours later, the Scarecrow was in his study, writing his signature on several documents. He remembered the days when he didn't get tired or needed sleep. His human side took a lot out of him, but becoming a shapeshifter was a choice he didn't regret. Being able to change back and forth will make it better. The ability to dream was also nice, although needing to sleep left less time for reading.

Once all of the paperwork was complete, Scarecrow was going to head to bed until he remembered Dorothy and her masterpiece. He decided to go check on her, just to see if any progress had been made. He gently tied his long blonde hair behind him and entered the library where she was working. Covered in paint, Dorothy was working at the canvas fervently. This scene of organized chaos made the king smile. That was his Dorothy who wanted nothing more but to make him feel special. The farm girl was so focused on her work that she didn't notice him. Scarecrow crept up behind her to take a peek at what she was painting, and he gasped. Dorothy heard this noise and turned around to face him with a loving smile.

This painting was different...

A cornfield with a sunny, bright blue sky overhead,

A scarecrow on a pole dressed head to toe in blue Munchkin rags, taking his hat off in greeting,

And a girl with her little dog, dressed in a gingham dress, staring up in amazement at the living scarecrow,

There was a love, a spark evident in the scene, between the two of them.

These were the elements needed to create the perfect painting, at least to most Ozians. Namely, a moment in time was captured, a wonderful memory in both their lives.

"So, I'm guessing you like it?" Dorothy asked confidently, knowing that the painting she made was her best work yet.

"Like it? No! I love it!" Scarecrow exclaimed, absolutely beaming with joy and pride. "It's so beautiful that it almost rivals you, but would you like to know why it's so pretty to me?"

"Why? Because it's so colorful, and you are doing something that isn't sitting?" The farm girl questioned, playing dumb on purpose.

"No, silly!" Scarecrow chuckled at her question. To him, it was obvious. "It's because you're there with me. This is the first time you have ever painted us together, especially in that moment."

"Oh, well, you're right about that." Dorothy looked critically at the painting, pointing out its flaws. "I could have blended that spot a little better."

The king sighed, wishing that she saw her work the way he did. "Kansas, it's perfect. It's the most beautiful painting I've ever seen! Trust me when I say that!"

"Yes, that's true, Stitches, but it's not my masterpiece." The farm girl remarked plainly, disregarding the importance of her work.

"Huh? Then what is? If this isn't it, I don't know what could top it." Scarecrow wondered what could be better than this painting, except for Dorothy herself.

"You forgot this whole time that I already have a masterpiece in my life. The most perfect creation that anyone could lay their eyes on." Dorothy spoke of this supposed masterpiece as if it were ethereal. "How can one of my paintings compare to the handiwork of a paintbrush and Lurline herself?"

"Oh?" Scarecrow folded his arms, raising his eyebrow playfully. "Please show me this masterpiece. I would like to see it."

"Change back first." The farm girl said in a direct but still gentle tone. "You can only see it if you're a scarecrow."

"Okay, if you say so, darling." The human man changed back into a scarecrow, although he was slightly confused.

Dorothy pulled a small handheld mirror out of her pocket and put it in front of her boyfriend's face. "The masterpiece is right there."

Staring back at Scarecrow was his reflection. At first, he struggled to comprehend what she was saying, but eventually, he understood perfectly well. He, a sack of living straw, was her masterpiece. Why didn't he get that message before? As his marvelous brain was processing this new realization, Dorothy confounded Scarecrow even more by kissing his burlap lips. That day, the king realized that there was no question about one thing: this woman would, one day, become his wife.

There was only one reason that Scarecrow knew this, for she accepted him as he truly was, not how he needed to be.

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Hello everybody! I hope you enjoyed this story! I tried to make it as wholesome as possible and highlight Dorothy's artistic skills. She ends up painting Scarecrow a lot throughout their relationship and subsequent marriage. Also, for those of you who are new to my Oz universe, Scarecrow is a shapeshifter who can change from a scarecrow into a human at will and vice-versa. That will be explained later as to how he became that way.

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♡ | The Best Medicine | ♡

Dawn was steadily approaching, and Scarecrow hadn't slept a wink. Being part-human brought many new and wonderful sensations like dreams and rest, but being sick was truly awful. The day before, he felt completely fine, and overnight, his forehead became hot, his throat grew scratchy, and his limbs ached. Some sunlight was peaking through the curtains of the window, so he figured that everyone in the palace would be up soon. Scarecrow tried to get out of bed to start his work, but an oppressive coughing fit started.

In the bedroom right next door, Dorothy heard the coughing. She had gotten up early that morning since she had a meeting with the Queen of the Field Mice over a certain Kaildah problem. As Oz's unofficial professional monster slayer, it was her job to make sure that everyone was safe from any dangerous creatures. However, she hoped to deal with the animal civilly without resorting to violence. Lion, the ruler of all the animals who lived in the Ozian forests, would be the arbiter in the dispute.

Although she had to leave soon, Dorothy needed to check on him. Scarecrow would often tinker with broken inventions that would produce smoke, but normally he was in his scarecrow form while doing so to avoid inhaling any harmful substances. After changing out of her nightgown, the farm girl walked up to the king's room. It was rude not to knock, but Dorothy was growing super worried about him. She opened the bedroom door and found that the room was almost completely dark. She saw a figure sitting on the edge of the bed, bent over and coughing uncontrollably. He looked up at her and tried to talk.

"He—Hey—Dor..." Scarecrow remarked quietly, his words being interrupted by coughs. "How—did...you sleep?"

Dorothy sighed with concern. "Scarecrow, you're sick."

"Sick—? You know—I—can't get...sick—like...you can." The king replied folding his arms, still sounding quite hoarse. "I'm—your nurse...not the other way around..."

His girlfriend couldn't help but smile a little at this. "Stitches, you're part human now. Of course, you can get sick, and now I get to help you feel better."

Dorothy went over to the window and opened the curtains. When the morning light shined into the room, she saw what illness Scarecrow had that explained all of his symptoms. A blue rash had formed on his face and had traveled down to his neck, arms, and legs. The king looked down at his rash-covered hands and strangely, he let out a strained laugh.

"Ah, Evian Blue Rash...finally got—me. No wonder—why my body aches..." Scarecrow remarked as if relieved. "At least—you can't catch it, Kansas..."

"That's true, which means I can take care of you without having to keep my distance," Dorothy said happily, sitting beside him on the bed. "And better yet, I can give you plenty of affection."

The king was delighted with the idea of spending the day with her until he realized something. "Wait, don't—you have—to meet up...with Lion and...the Queen of the—Field Mice...? I...don't want to infer—with your plans..."

"Oh, Scarecrow, you don't have to worry." The farm girl reassured him, gently holding his hands in hers. "My number one priority is you. You've always put your work aside to care for me when I have been sick. Besides, I'm sure Lion can handle most of it. Just lay back, and I'll take care of everything."

"Thank you...Kansas...that's sweet." Scarecrow replied lovingly before asking softly. "Can...you...please bring me—my paperwork? I want to...at least be...a bit productive..."

"Of course! I'll be right back." Dorothy left the room and quickly returned with a stack of papers from his desk. "Do you have any important meetings today that I need to go to?"

"No, Dorothy...I had none today thankfully..." The king relaxed a little until he remembered that he did have a meeting. "However, I did...need to—meet with some Munchkin farmers today..."

"Do you want me to write a letter explaining why you can't come, dear?" His girlfriend asked, trying to be as helpful as possible. "I can get on a horse and ride it over to them if you like."

"Thank you...you're—the best regent...any king could ask for." Scarecrow shook his head at her offer to deliver the letter. "I'll have one...of the guards do it—so you don't—tire your beautiful self out..."

A red blush appeared on Dorothy's cheeks. The farm girl glared playfully at him. "You're such a flirt, even when you're sick!"

The king smiled at this, looking back down at his paperwork. "Well, maybe...if you weren't such...a gorgeous woman—I wouldn't feel...the urge to flirt...with you."

"Well, control that urge before I turn into a tomato!" Dorothy's blush deepened a little the more he called her pretty. "Anyways, I'll grab some ink and a pen, and I'll seal it for you. I'm just going to need your signature."

"Oh, anything for you...sweetheart...I'll gladly do..." Scarecrow remarked quietly, closing his eyes and with the cough still affecting his speech. "Just...let me know when you...get back..."

"Will do, Stitches!" The farm girl then went out of the room. She headed to his study to write the letter and afterward went to the library to see if she could find anything on how to cure his disease.

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Around an hour later, Dorothy returned with the letter and a book titled The History of Ev. In a chapter of it, there was a section of Evian Blue Rash. There was no known cure, but it usually went away on its own in two weeks. This fact discouraged the farm girl a little because she was hoping to bring Scarecrow some relief. He seemed to be in pain, especially from the incessant coughing. There wasn't much written on the disease, so Dorothy resolved to give him cough medicine and try to bring the fever down.

She managed to brew a pot of tea and found a bottle of cough medicine. Jellia had offered to bring both up to the king, but Dorothy declined but thanked the maid anyway. She remembered all the times Scarecrow had cared for her, especially when she caught a terrible flu that eventually turned into pneumonia. He was right by her side the entire time and was reluctant to leave her when he had to. He would even sit in a chair by her side for hours while doing paperwork or writing letters. The farm girl saw this illness as her opportunity to repay all of the love and compassion that the king had shown her.

Dorothy carefully opened the door and walked into the bedroom with a tea tray in hand. The farm girl set the tray down on a dresser near the door and went over to him. She noticed he was finally asleep, snoring softly. His peaceful face made her smile, and she gently kissed him on the forehead. His whole forehead was covered by the blue rash; however, a few seconds later, the rash disappeared on the spot where her lips landed. Dorothy gasped in surprise and confusion. Were her eyes deceiving her? The farm girl decided to see if the kiss had gotten rid of the rash. She picked up his limp, rash-covered hand and brought it to her lips. Sure enough, the spot she kissed was soft once again. There was a cure!

Although she felt bad, Dorothy knew she had to wake Scarecrow up. She tried to do it quietly, but her excitement came out. "Stitches, wake up, please. I found a cure!"

The king jolted awake, but when he saw it was just Dorothy, he smiled and looked up at her. "Did...I hear—you say cure?"

"Yes! I think I found a way to get rid of your rash! It may seem weird but bear with me." The farm girl remarked, taking his hand once again, kissing it, and showing him the rash-free patch of skin. "My kisses make your skin smooth again!"

"Oh...Kansas..." Scarecrow replied skeptically, letting out another strained laugh. "Are you sure...this isn't just—some optic illusion...so that you have...an excuse to kiss me...everywhere?"

"I'm being serious!" Dorothy exclaimed, confident that it was real. "My kisses cured your rash!"

"Well—kiss me on the lips—and let's see what—happens..." The king suggested with a sly grin, still thinking this was some elaborate flirt.

"Alright, sweetheart." The farm girl sighed in defeat, knowing he didn't believe her. "If that will make you feel better."

With that, Dorothy kissed him on the lips for a few seconds. When she eventually pulled back, the farm girl noticed his rash was completely gone. She was in shock. The king's entire body was back to its normal peachy tone.

Scarecrow, whose voice was still hoarse, lovingly cupped her cheek and spoke. "I knew...the cure this whole time. Though...a kiss from one's true love—only cures the rash..."

Dorothy smiled down at him and held his hand that was on her cheek. "Why didn't you say anything?"

"Well, I wanted you...to figure it out—for yourself...so you could—feel like you were...helping me." The king remarked as a faint blush appeared on his face. "I knew...you would...end up kissing...me eventually."

"I'm confused as to how a kiss gets rid of the rash." The farm girl flipped through the pages of the book, looking for the answer. "Also, the book said there was no cure."

"Magic, I suppose..." Scarecrow smirked at her. "Oh, Dorothy...the reason why—it isn't in the book...is because...no one in Nonestica...has ever been—with someone from your world...other than me..."

Dorothy seemed surprised as she connected the dots. "Wait, so did it only work because I'm not from Nonestica?"

The king nodded slightly, too tired to raise his head off the pillow. "I guess...any Nonestican who kisses an infected person...gets the rash...but you can't catch it."

"Well, you still aren't completely cured yet!" The farm girl went back to grab a cold compress and a bowl of ice-cold water. "I'll use 'my magic' to get rid of that awful cough and raging fever."

Scarecrow seemed a little delirious when he sighed in content. "I'm happy that my true love...is a woman from Kansas...you have the softest lips ever..."

"Stitches, that's your fever talking." Dorothy gently put a cold compress on his forehead before commenting on his remark. "Still, I'm glad you enjoy my lips."

Before the king could speak, he felt increasingly sleepy. Dorothy noticed this and softly kissed him on the lips. "Sleep well, sweetheart. I'll replace the compress every twenty minutes or so to hopefully get your fever down."

Scarecrow smiled at her and opened his eyes a little bit before drifting off. "Good—night...Kansas...thank—you..."

After he fell asleep, Dorothy sat down at the table with the teapot. She poured herself a cup of tea and drank it quickly. When she saw him at first, the farm girl was afraid, not knowing if she would be able to cure the disease. True love's kiss was actually a real thing and it was effective medicine. When he woke up, Dorothy would give him a cup of tea with some cough medicine mixed in and a glass of water to prevent any dehydration. She looked at the sealed letter in her hand and sighed. Dorothy didn't like going against his wishes, but she was a faster rider than any of the guards. Jellia took her seat while the farm girl delivered the letter. Luckily, the king didn't wake up and was none the wiser about how the letter got to its destination.

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Hello again everyone! Yes, of course, I did the old switch-a-roo. It's Scarecrow's first time being sick, and Dorothy wants to take care of him. I do believe that true love's kiss can have some power in stories, but it's not a cure-all. As seen here, Scarecrow still has a cough and a fever as a result of the rash.

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Sorry for the super long post, but it's 2 stories in one. I also wanted to post them both on here. Anyways, I hope all of my fellow shippers enjoyed this!

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