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just-some-guy-at-shiz · 5 months

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“On the day before I met the Scarecrow,” Dorothy said, “I was invited to stay at the home of a Munchkin farmer named Boq and his family, and—“

“Boq?” both the Scarecrow and the Tin Man repeated in surprise, almost speaking in unison. They then turned to one another in confusion.

Dorothy was taken aback by this reaction. “Yes,” she continued. “He was very kind. He hosted a wonderful dinner, and an evening of dancing where I almost wore out my feet.” The girl giggled. “Of course, these lovely shoes are as pristine as ever. I suspect we’ll all wear out before they show even the slightest sign of age.”

Dorothy’s companions seemed oblivious to her attempt at humor. “Can you describe this Boq?” the Scarecrow asked curiously. The Tin Man stayed silent, watching for Dorothy’s response.

“Well, he was an older man,” Dorothy began, putting a finger to her lips as she recalled, “Grey haired and barrel-chested, always laughing good-naturedly. He reminded me of my Uncle Henry. Except that Uncle Henry is tall and thin, and doesn’t ever seem to smile at anything.” Dorothy frowned, realizing the fault in her comparison. “Well, they’ve both got gray hair, at the least. And I feel very safe and protected around the both of them, as I imagine one would with a father or mother. I was a bit sad to say goodbye.”

“He sounds wonderful,” the Scarecrow said, though there was a certain disappointment in his voice that did not match his words.

“He was,” Dorothy said, beaming, “I’m so happy to have met so many good people on my travels, even in such a short time.”

The Tin Man nodded absently, then spoke. “How are his children?”

“Oh, yes,” Dorothy said in surprise, “He does have several children. I played games with them after we ate, long into the evening. It was quite nice to be with other children, as I spend so much time back home with only Toto as my company.”

“Then his family is doing well?” The Tin Man pressed.

“Oh, certainly,” Dorothy confirmed with a nod, “They seemed as contented as a family could be, with all they desired from life. In fact, the family seemed to be rather wealthier than any other I had encountered—though of course they were generous with what they had, inviting many of their surrounding neighbors to join in on the celebration of their newly gained liberty.”

“They are well-off enough to send some of the younger children to college, perhaps?”

“You seem awfully concerned with the well-being of this Boq and his family,” the Scarecrow interjected, casting an inquiring look towards the Tin Man.

“I am Munchkin myself,” the Tin Man responded quickly, “I knew the family once, and I only wanted to be assured of their continued well-being, if such assurance was available.”

“How can you care for their well-being?” Dorothy asked plainly, “If you are without a heart, and therefore without compassion? I ask only because you yourself have told me of your inability to love.”

The Tin Man paused. “Call it simple curiosity. Nothing more important than that. Whether they prosper or suffer, it no longer has anything to do with me, and has not for some time.”

“Do you miss them at all?” Dorothy asked.

“Perhaps in another time, I might have,” the Tin Man mused, his voice measured. “I’m not sure that I can miss them at present.”

“Oh. Yes,” Dorothy said solemnly. “Well, perhaps once you have your heart, you can return and visit them. I’m sure they would be very glad to see you.”

“Would they?” The Tin Man asked quietly, more to himself than to his companions. He hesitated a moment, then shook his head. “I cannot visit them in this state. I am not myself.”

“Of course,” Dorothy smiled with understanding. “We must return to our quest, so that we all may receive that which makes us complete. Do you agree, Scarecrow?”

“Yes, of course,” the Scarecrow said without looking at Dorothy. His gaze was instead focused on the Tin Man with a concentration unexpected from one lacking a brain. The Tin Man glanced behind himself, then back at the Scarecrow’s steady stare, with slight unease.

“Are you all right?” Dorothy asked the Scarecrow, noticing the intensity in his expression.

“Oh yes, just trying to… figure it all out,” the Scarecrow murmured, pulling his eyes away from the somewhat bewildered Tin Man. “I haven’t got a brain, you know, you must be patient with me. It’s very difficult to understand things when you don’t know… things…”

“Do you think you’ve got it now?” Dorothy asked patiently.

“Oh yes,” the Scarecrow said, “I cannot be certain, of course… but I think some things are starting to make sense.”

#wicked #wicked musical #boq bfeeson #fiyero tiggular #dorothy gale #wicked fanfiction #??#I guess #easy fix for the inconsistency: the guy is named after his father #Nooo but imagine #if this is canon #how scared Boq’s family must be for him #knowing he’s trapped in the same house as the borderline tyrant oppressing everyone #and unable to do anything about it #Maybe Boq did that thing where you pretend not to care about your family and cut ties with them in order to protect them #As you do

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come-see-our-show · 1 year

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Question for people who write Wicked fanfiction:

If you prefer writing modern or non-magic AUs, how do you address Elphaba’s skin color? Do you leave it ambiguous? Give her non-green skin? I don’t read a lot of Wicked fanfics so I’m curious to see what the general consensus is.

#summer says stuff #wicked #wicked musical #wicked the musical #elphaba thropp #elphaba #wicked fanfiction

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victoriously-wicked · 11 months

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Wishing Only Wounds the Heart…

I wrote this one shot within the last 24 hours (wow that’s impressive by my standards). I came up with the prompt myself. It’s from Glinda’s point of view. Anyways, hope you enjoy. PROMPT: HOW GLINDA IS COPING AFTER ELPHABA’S “DEATH”, AND HER PERSPECTIVE ON WHAT HAPPENED THE DAY SHE LOST HER BEST FRIEND.

A heaving sigh escaped my lungs as I entered the palace, returning from the most recent public gathering. The instant the doors closed behind me, I allowed my smile to drop, returning to my ever-persistent state of depression.

Keeping up the façade was a challenge at first, but over time, it had become somewhat of a reflex. No Ozian was ever to see how my mental state was slowly disintegrating with each passing moment.

Showcasing the truth, my misery, would only evoke suspicion from the citizens therefore, whenever I find myself in the public eye, a plastic smile I weld unto my face.

It was best this way. It was safer too. But there was a time not so long ago, where these smiles weren’t so forced or disingenuous, where sadness was an emotion I hardly experienced.

My state of mind hadn’t begun to deteriorate until the depression took over. And the depression didn’t start until that fateful day, when everything I ever cared about was taken from me.

What made things worse was that everything was all my fault.

Sweet Oz, how I wish I could turn back the clock.

I wish I’d had the courage to disprove the rumours.

I wish I’d had the brains to take back my words prompting her sister’s death.

I wish I’d had the heart to stop the witch hunters.

I wish I’d never made that promise to her as not to clear her name.

But most of all, I wish she was alive…

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The haunting silhouette of her shadow fades, and her cries subdue. A deafening silence washes over, and I hear only my own shuddering breaths against my palm.

Frozen, I find myself unable to move the trembling hand from my mouth, or wipe the tears rolling down my pale cheeks, until a sudden gust of cold wind blows through the castle, and shocks me out of my transfixed state.

I stumble out from my hiding spot behind the drapes.

“Elphie?” I brokenly whisper.

No response.

I feel my stomach drop as I reach out to pull open the curtain, longing for nothing more than to be met with the familiar green tint of her emerald skin.

The curtain opens, and there’s nothing.

The room is empty.

Through my tear-clouded vision, I notice a familiar object on the floor. It takes less than a moment to recognise what it is as I reach down, and gently pick it up.

The hideodeous hat. Her hat.

“Oh, Elphie!” I sob, clutching the limp brown piece of cloth to my body, allowing myself to completely break down, finally accepting the events of which I had just unknowingly witnessed mere moments ago.

Elphie had been killed.

She’s gone.

I’ll never get to see her again…

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“Miss Glinda?” came the voice of Chistery, flying overhead in the hallway before perching on the diamond-encrusted chandelier.

It was seconds after Elphaba had parted for good that the two of us had formally met. Seeing his gentle soul, which he had no doubt mirrored from Elphie, I made it my goal to help him the way she had tried to. I’d taught him how to speak. The day he’d finally managed to form a complete sentence without fail, I knew Elphie was proud, despite not being there to witness it.

“Is something troubling you?” Chistery asked, flying down from the chandelier to the floor.

Chistery’s words brought myself back to reality, and I vigorously shook my head in an attempt to snap myself out of the memories from the dreaded day.

Thankfully, Chistery was aware of my emotional struggles so understandably, hiding my sudden bout of tears from him was not a problem. Silently nodding at him, I wiped a fallen tear from my cheek and made my way to my room.

Despite its grandeur and spaciousness, I constantly felt confined within these bedroom walls. It simply didn’t compare to the coziness that had come with the previously shared dorm room with Elphie; one of the very few fond memories I still clutched onto.

After removing my tiara, wand, and ridding myself of the suffocating gown, my gaze wandered to my closet. I eyed the quoxwood doors and momentarily hesitated, before deciding to open them with a creak and reach in, pulling out the familiar cone-shaped object from the hidden depths of the wardrobe.

‘I thought you might wanna wear this hat to the party tonight!’

The words of my formerly happy younger self rang in my ears, as I brought the tattered thing to my chest. One of the last things I had left of her.

I couldn’t bring myself that day to simply leave it in Kiamo Ko. I had initially tried to, but doing so felt as though I was leaving a fragment of myself behind. And I was broken enough as it was.

It was the only thing that sparked a sense of comfort within me. The incredibly faint smell of her scented oils still lingered on the fabric. It felt familiar. It felt comforting.

As I did every single day, I clenched my eyes shut and sunk to the floor, rocking back and forth on my knees, with the hat pressed tightly against myself, my endless river of tears soaking the headpiece.

“Elphie please, I need you. I’m broken.” I weeped, gently stroking the matte material of the hat.

“I wish you would come back to me.” I whispered.

Almost instantaneously, a creak from a floorboard came from the other side of the door, followed by a barely audible knock. Snapping my head in the direction of the door, I let out a sharp breath and arose.

It couldn’t be…could it?

Slowly, I approached the doorway, the most minuscule smile twitching at the corners of my mouth, and turned the knob until it clicked. Trembling, I gently opened the door.

“Miss Glinda, your presence is requested regarding a matter of dispute between the citizens.”

It was a guard.

My barely-visible smile dropped, and my heart somehow managed to sink even deeper than it already had.

I assume he noticed my switch in demeanour, for his emotionless face morphed into that of concern.

“Your Goodness? Are you alright?”

“I-I thought for a second that she was…” I had began to mumble, before letting a small sigh escape through my nose. Plastering on my false smile, I looked back at the guard.

“Of course. Tell them to expect me in a clock-tick.” I replied, nodding my head before closing the door.

After hearing his footsteps fade, I turned to rest my back against the door, and found myself sliding down the wood. It wasn’t until moments later that I even realised I was sobbing once again, hugging my knees as I sat, broken on the floor.

Not all wishes come true, I suppose…

And SCENE! So yeah, did you find that sad? I thought I did a pretty terrible job at it. If you’re confused about what exactly happened, go to the replies section, I’ve written a ‘brief’ explanation.

#wicked #galinda upland #elphaba thropp #glinda x elphaba #gelphie #wicked musical #glinda upland #fiyero tigelaar #wicked fanfiction #oneshot #fanfiction #elphie #gelphie fanfic #fiyeraba #fanfiction prompts #I TRIED OKAY?!

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wickedobsessed101 · 6 months

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The Seventeenth Annual 'Wicked' Greg Awards

It's that time of year again! Every year, the 'Wicked' fanfiction community gathers together for the annual Greg Awards! Time to nominate and vote for your favorite 'Wicked' fanfiction authors and stories.

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Nominations are due by November 20, 2023!

#wicked #wicked the musical #wicked fanfiction #fanfiction #fiyeraba #gelphie #elphaba thropp #glinda #faesflower #greg awards #fiyero tiggular #fiyero tigelaar #writer #awards

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lillifaba · 2 days

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Wicked fam, is Elphaba a vegan, vegetarian or pescatarian?

#I want to hear your interpretations #I usually write her as a pescatarian #idk haha #wicked #wicked musical #wicked the musical #wicked fanfiction #elphaba #elphaba thropp

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artsspangledpumpkin · 1 day

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New Fic Alert!

False Start by starspangledpumpkin

Summary: Elphaba is trapped in a time loop.

Chapter One: The Switch AO3/FFN You run out of your charms by the time we get home and I ain’t got time, oh no, ain’t got time for this.

#wicked #wicked fanart #elphaba thropp #wicked the musical #fiyeraba #wicked fanfiction

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not-quitenormal · 11 months

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The Hardest Part of Losing You, Chapter 10

Author: KirraWhiteTigress (Ao3 handle) Fandom: Wicked Pairing: Elphaba/Glinda (Gelphie) ________________________________________________

Elphaba wasted not a single second. The moment she entered the washroom, it was as if natural instinct took over. Drawers and cabinets flew open, green hands diving inside and sifting through the contents within. As she did, bottles clinked together in an oddly symphonic cacophony. First dissonant, then harmonious, before shifting back again. Elphaba’s voice soon carried a sing-song quality as she read off the different labels. “Mugwort, witch hazel, Ixian fae nettle…” Whatever stood out as potential candidates were set aside for later scrutiny and comparison.

Glinda tried to remain as still as possible. The urge to go to Elphaba was overwhelming. She wanted to watch as Elphaba worked, if nothing else; a one-person concerto deserved an audience, even if Glinda was the only other person privy to it. But she didn’t want to disrupt the process or otherwise spook the girl, so Glinda kept her spot on her bed and settled for merely listening.

“...lilac oil, too many hair products to name…”

The tips of Glinda’s ears burned. Clearly she needed to go through her belongings.

Your servant is right, Your Goodness. All you have to do is command.

Glinda bristled. “I see you’ve finally returned,” she grumbled under her breath, feigning ignorance of its quip. “Where in Oz were you? What happened to my spell?”

The Grimmerie yawned. So many questions , Princess. Didn’t your dearest Momsicle teach you any manners?

“You tampered with my magic, didn’t you!” Glinda hissed. “How could you - ?”

I did you a favor , the Grimmerie declared. There was no bitterness or sarcasm in its voice. Merely frustration. You want a chance to help your dear Elphaba, correct?

Glinda froze. “Yes,” she said, caught off guard, “but - ”

Have I given you any reason to mistrust me?

“You haven’t exactly given me reason to trust you, either.”

You were the one who used my magic to begin with. Besides, you don’t have much of a choice here, Your Goodness.

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#wicked #wicked musical #wicked fanfiction #gelphie #omg development?????

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waywardblazer · 25 days

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Melting Fears

Elphaba x Glinda

Warning(s): Angst, fluff, comfort tckling!

Word count: 2.9k

Summary/Prompt: Elphaba’s fears are catching up to her and she seeks Glinda’s comfort in the middle of the night.

A/N: YO it’s 1:30AM!! This was inspired by my wicked hc I have where Elphaba does in fact pay Glinda at least one secret visit after she becomes a fugitive, of course Glinda hides her. It’s not specified how long it’s been between the end of Act 1 and the start of Act 2 but I suspect it’s about 5 years or more. This is set somewhere just after the end of act 1. Also they haven’t yet confessed their undeniable yet suppressed feelings for each other and so they’re still best friends! Two oblivious witches 😭

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Rumors and gossip traveled fast in Oz. Despite being in hiding Elphaba had become painfully aware of all the horrible things that were said about her as well as the various ways they wanted to kill her.

She had acted tough when she’d chosen to leave, claiming that no one would ever bring her down. But of course there came a time when all the pressure got too much to bear. In between her time flying around and helping out the Animals keep their voices in exchange for food and shelter she’d spent too many sleepless nights meddling over every word spoken about her, fighting to keep herself from giving into believing them. She’d find herself fearing they would be successful in their search and capture her. It brought on this constant exhausting weight in her chest that never seemed to ease.

She needed to find solace.

So, during a cold darkened night Elphaba slipped out of the den where a family of foxes had given her a place to stay for the past week. She wrapped her black cloak around herself as she mounted her broom and launched into the starry sky, wincing at the burning sensation of the wintry night air as it blew against her face. She flew off in the direction of Emerald City where she knew her one and only friend lived.

When she finally reached the city’s borders, Elphaba remained high, using the night sky as cover and hoping the moonlight would make her green skin blend with the palace. She was aware that Glinda had been moved there after she’d been appointed to help the Wizard. Fiyero had been promoted to Captain of the Guard and tasked with finding the Wicked Witch of the West but Elphaba didn’t know that part.

Elphaba took precautions to avoid being detected by the flying monkeys that she was sure would be guarding the city. She eventually came to a stop by the shimmering emerald green palace, hovering her broom next to a window hesitant to make another move. Even though she had scouted out Glinda’s room she was starting to think that this was a terrible idea until the latch clicked and the window opened.

“Elphie?!” The blonde witch gasped quietly, looking understandably surprised by the unexpected arrival of her best friend.

Neither of them broke the other’s gaze. It had been only five months since Elphaba had left and they hadn’t seen each other since.

Elphaba released one hand from the broom to give a shy wave. “Hi Glinda,” she murmured before looking down to the terrifying drop below then behind her before finally returning her gaze back over to Glinda with a slight look of desperation. If the flying monkeys flew by they’d surely recognise her and sound the alarm.

Glinda’s surprised expression quickly turned to fear. “What are you doing here? Someone might discoverate you!” She whispered frantically.

“Exactly, so let me in,” Elphaba hissed impatiently.

The blonde haired girl looked over her shoulder quickly and then stepped aside to allow Elphaba to climb in safely. She then shut the window and closed the blinds while Elphaba dusted off her black cloak and put her broom next to the window in case she needed a quick get away. Glinda turned to her. She was wearing a blue nightgown and the expression on her face was already filled with questions.

“Look I know, I know I’m not meant to be here I just—“ Elphaba began to explain, but was cut off when Glinda wrapped her arms around her in a big and warm hug.

Glinda wasn’t much of a hugger and hadn’t ever been good with expressing physical affection towards anyone. She’d only expressed her affections towards Fiyero, but over the past year he’d grown distant. When it came to Elphaba, Glinda had learnt earlier in their school life that she responded best to comforting forms of physical touch since she’d never received much when she was a child.

Elphaba melted almost immediately into the embrace. Still, her heart was pounding and she was trying her absolute best to fight off the urge to cry but her eyes were welling with tears already. Her hands were subconsciously trembling from the anxiety that was coursing through her. A shaky breath escaped her and Glinda must have noticed it because she pulled back a little to look at her.

“Are you okay, Elphie?” Glinda asked quietly, concern coating her eyes while her arms still wrapped around her waist.

That was all it took for the green girl to break down in tears, slowly sinking to the floor as if losing all energy to hold herself up. She’d been repressing all her emotions for the sake of remaining strong for herself. But now within the presence of her one and only friend she could finally give into the pain.

Glinda pulled her into another hug, following her down. “Oh Elphie.” She whispered as she held her tightly and rubbed soothing circles on her back to try and calm her while Elphaba sobbed her heart out.

They sat there together for a good five minutes before Elphaba could finally manage a coherent sentence. “I—I can’t…can’t do…do this anymore,” she whimpered, voice cracking between sobs. “I’m s—so tired of running and being so scared all the time.”

It broke Glinda’s heart. She squeezed her a little tighter and kissed her forehead. She couldn’t ask her to go home. Everyone in Oz would kill her the moment she stepped outside and there was no way she could stay and hide out here, she’d surely be discovered.

“I know,” was all she could whisper. “But…you have too.”

It was the hard truth. Elphaba knew that.

After a few minutes, she pulled away, sniffled and wiped her eyes as she tried to recompose herself. “I’m sorry for throwing this on you so late at night. I just…I needed to see you.”

Glinda placed her hands on Elphaba’s shoulders and softly locked her gaze onto hers. “No no don’t do that, don’t apologise! I’m glad you’re here. Truth is I…missed you.”

This brought a small smile to Elphaba’s tear stained face. Glinda slowly helped her stand back up before she skipped over to her queen sized bed and leapt on. She looked over at Elphaba expectantly as she gave the empty spot beside her a pat.

Elphaba hesitated for a brief second before making her way over to the bed and climbing on. She sat in a way that gave her quick access to leap off. It was a habit that came with her paranoia. But now in a calmer and more present state she was able to take a second to admire Glinda’s enormous room. As expected it was very pink. There was a fireplace and a desk with books scattered over it and shelves that contained various knickknacks.

“You’ve scored the jackpot Glinda,” she said once she’d eventually turned her attention onto her best friend.

Glinda giggled and nodded in agreement. “Of course I have, it’s me!”

Elphaba looked down at her slightly trembling hands as her smile faded. She couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy towards her. She was aware that Glinda was not to blame but seeing what she’d gotten out of the situation made her realise that the hole she had dug herself into meant that everything she had ever dreamt of was so far out of reach it was untouchable.

Her expression must have been easily noticeable because Glinda frowned and turned her body, simply staring at her as if she was trying to read her mind.

Feeling eyes upon her, Elphaba quickly looked up. “What?” She asked almost defensively.

“Nothing, you’ve just…changed.”

“Well can you blame me? All of Oz is out to melt me with a bucket of water because apparently I’m an evil witch with an impure soul,” she spat. An ember briefly sparked deep within her and she glaring so hard that her eyes would have burnt holes in the bed if they could.

Glinda fell silent. She’d had to deal with hearing everyone around her shout horrible things about her best friend. Every word had been like knives to her heart especially since she knew first hand that none of what they said was even remotely true. It hurt even more that to keep up an appearance she had to agree with them. “You’re not evil Elphie.”

Elphaba could feel tears brimming once again and she looked away. Glinda let out a quiet sigh. This was not how she’d hoped their reunion would be like. All of a sudden, an idea struck her and she sat up with a sly grin. She very gently poked the green witch’s side to test the waters, pulling away quickly when Elphaba flinched and gasped quietly in response to the familiar sensation.

“What was that for?” Her eyes had snapped around to see Glinda’s shimmering with excitement.

“You might have changed, but surely your ticklishness has not.” The look in the blonde’s eyes was terrifyingly devious.

Elphaba’s own eyes widened and she gulped. She abandoned any previous thoughts to make an escape but Glinda was ahead of her. She gently pushed her back up against the headboard, straddled her and placed her hands so they were already hovering just above her sides.

During their time together at school Glinda had discovered Elphaba’s little secret during a lesson about being popular. Well it had been less a secret and more of a surprise to Elphaba since she’d never experienced physical touch in such a playful manner. No one had ever wanted to get close enough to her, and if they had it had not been to show any form of affection or comfort. Glinda had become the first person to truly help Elphaba understand that physical contact could in fact be kind, love-filled or even playful. Hence hugs being one of her favourite forms of affection that she received.

“W-Wait, Glinda, do you t-think this is a good idea?” Elphaba stammered, not even moving to try and stop her.

“Don’t worry, my room is soundproof,” Glinda murmured, “so no one will hear us and no one will find you. I promise you’re safe with me Elphie.” She wriggled her fingers teasingly without touching her.

Elphaba was already squirming with anticipation and she couldn’t stop the nervous giggles from streaming out of her mouth. Her cheeks had already heated up to a dark green and she was biting her lip to try to suppress her giggles.

“It’s been years since I’ve gotten to hear you laugh, Elphie.”

“Oh come on you don’t have to be so dramat—” she began but was quickly cut off when Glinda dug her fingers into her sides, drawing out a rather sharp and high-pitched shriek. She hadn’t chosen to go easy on her.

Glinda dragged her fingers up to her ribs and skittered them and then spidered back down where she danced along her stomach. Elphaba let out a series of snorts in between her cackling laughter while her hands frantically tried to grab the blonde’s wrists to no avail.

“Sweet Oz, Elphie I forget how ticklish you are,” Glinda teased, earning a deeper green blush from the witch as she covered her eyes in embarrassment.

Elphaba yelped when Glinda reached back and squeezed her knee. She then traveled up to her neck, giving it a light scratch where she got a squeal from her best friend as she scrunched up her face and raised her shoulders. But she wasn’t done.

“Glinda, please!!” Elphaba whined, but she made little to no effort to push her off when she was very capable of doing so.

She suddenly threw her head back and let out what sounded like a howling-like screaming cackle as Glinda suddenly descended down upon a weak spot just below her ribs. It made Glinda recoil out of surprise. “That’s new.”

Elphaba looked genuinely shocked by her own reaction. She looked up at Glinda who tentatively tickled that spot again which received a similar response.

“Did I just discover a new secret ticklish spot?” Glinda asked, a twinkle of proudness in her eyes.

“G—Guess you did,” she breathed out, her cheeks flushed a deep green at the discovery.

“You are so adorable Elphie.”

If it was even possible Elphaba's ears and cheeks burned an even darker shade of green at the praise and she squirmed under her adoring gaze. Glinda finally decided to cease her attacks as she collapsed on top of Elphaba who instinctively slipped a free hand around her back to support her.

“I promise I’ll explore that spot more next time.”

This had Elphaba’s stomach fluttering with an anticipated excitement she’d never felt before which made her want to squirm. Like how you feel when you’re giddy. So instead she just bit her lip and nodded silently. She felt like she was melting in the best way.

“Are you feeling better now?” The blonde asked more softly, eyes still resting on her best friend.

Elphaba gave her another nod. She was exhausted and she could feel her eyes growing heavy but she wore a genuine yet gentle smile.

“Good.” Glinda gently scratched that spot just below her ribs one last time.

Elphaba jumped and let out a yelping squeal as uncontrollable giggles streamed back out of her mouth. She instinctively recoiled away as best she could but that proved to be near impossible with someone on top of her.

Glinda laughed softly at her reaction, booping her nose playfully. Elphaba gave her irresistible puppy eyes. “Okay okay I’m done,” she promised.

“You know Glinda…you’re very vulnerable laying on me like that.”

“Elphie—” Glinda warned but it wasn’t as intimidating as she’d hoped. It sounded a lot like a squeak.

Elphaba grinned and then dug her fingers into her best friend’s sides, wriggling them speedily just the way Glinda had taught her. High pitched giggles immediately poured out of the blonde witch and she attempted to roll out of Elphaba's embrace but she was trapped.

Unlike Glinda, Elphaba let up her revenge after only a minute, deciding to be a lot more merciful given the time of night. She allowed Glinda a moment to catch her breath before sitting up. Naturally, Glinda rolled off her and back onto her bed with a relieved sigh.

Elphaba glanced down at her best friend with a gentle smile, looking at her with nothing other than love. Glinda held her gaze and minutes of silence went by.

Eventually, Elphaba did break that silence. “How’s Fiyero?” She quietly asked. Her heart had longed to see that boy as much as it had wanted to see her friend.

“He’s…good, yeah very good in fact,” Glinda replied as she sat up with a bounce. She would have mentioned his most recent position, but since he’d been tasked with leading the hunt and capturing of Elphaba she decided it was best to leave that out so as not to scare her.

Elphaba smiled a little, nodding her head before lowering it slightly in thought. As long as he was happy and well that was all that mattered. She looked back up, meeting Glinda’s gaze but she wore a look that she couldn’t quite read.

“Forgive me for not asking earlier,” she took Glinda’s hands and smiled, “how are you?”

“Me? Oh I’m fabulous Elphie! Just…fabulous.” There was clear uncertainty in her last words despite her usual confident beaming smile.

Elphaba had hidden behind a smile more times than she could count to be able to see that her best friend was hiding something. She gave her an inquisitive look but was dismissed with a wave of the hand so she didn’t push it. Feeling the moment pass, Elphaba decided it was time to leave. She slid off Glinda’s bed. She knew that she couldn’t stay no matter how much they both wanted her too. She made her way over to her broom, pausing once she’d reached it.

“Oh and Glinda,” she spoke softly, looking back over at Glinda who’d gotten off the bed after her, “I missed you too.”

Their eyes remained locked for a second before Glinda closed the distance and pulled her into a final hug. “I love you Elphie.”

“I love you too.”

Their words were meant to be an exchange of their friendship or so that’s what they thought.

Elphaba reluctantly pulled away. “I must go,” she murmured, a small smile appearing briefly as she mounted her broom once Glinda had opened the window for her. “Thank you for tonight,” she whispered, “keep glamourfying Oz with your Goodness.”

The blonde wiped a tear from her cheek, letting out a gentle giggle at her words as she waved her hands to playfully shoo her out. Elphaba chuckled softly, tipped her black witch hat politely with a grin and turned to climb out the window. She paused one last time to glance over her shoulder at her best friend before she leapt out of the window. The broom dipped dramatically before it launched upwards and took off into the darkness of the beautiful starry sky. Glinda watched as her best friend’s silhouette flew across the full moon, the sound of her light cackly laughter echoed through the wind before she disappeared from sight.

“Of course I will, always. Goodness knows you keep defying gravity, Elphie.”

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