Hey all! Just thought I'd combine all of my oneshots into one thread, and I'll just post them here from now on.

Sentimental Man

He slowly opened his eyes, still smiling from a passionate night in his lover's arms, and turned slightly to admire her still frame. He never thought he could fall so madly in love so fast, but with her, anything was possible. As he carefully lifted the sheet and quietly slipped out of bed so as not to disturb her peaceful slumber, memories of their time together flooded his head like a wave of rushing water. Their unexpected meeting, the thrill of their secret rendezvous, the glorious nights of passion. These past few weeks had been the best of his life. He truly felt wonderful.

However, all good things must end. He sat in a nearby chair, resting his head in his hands, trying to ease the internal torture eating away at his mind. How could they possibly be together? He was about to lead all of Oz into the next stage of power, and she was legally wed to the mentally disturbed minister. And despite his desire to take her with him, he knew she would never be happy with that life; she would never be happy being a slave to the people in exchange for a few stolen moments of bliss with him. But the people needed him. He couldn't just abandon them. There was no way he could please the people and give her the life she deserved. After all, she left Colwen Grounds to escape her title. How could this seat in power be any different?

He walked over and looked out the window into the night sky. The stars seemed to go forever, just hanging there in the darkness. No strings attached. Out there was his future; out there he could be unlimited. Suddenly the clock struck the next hour, thrusting him back to reality, reminding him that with every passing second, one of those stars would disappear, yielding to the morning light like sand in an hourglass.

As he weighed his options, his lover stirred, turning towards him. He stared lovingly at her perfect face, jet-black hair, and soft, flawless skin, praying that he was making the right decision. Fighting the urge to wake and kiss her passionately, he simply brushed a strand of hair from her face, running his coarse hand down her cheek to the tip of her pointed chin. A small smile split her face and a deep sigh escaped her mouth.

It was quite a relief to see her so content. She had been sick every morning the past few days, and despite his best efforts to make her better in time for his departure, the healing elixir he gave her had failed.

To take her in his arms and firmly press his lips against hers, freezing their union for just one more moment in time, would have washed away any and all traces of sadness and guilt from his conscience. He eagerly knelt on the bed, leaned down inches from her lips, and stopped himself. This wasn't right. If he was going to leave, he had to leave now. There were no more stars in the sky; his time was up. So instead, he kissed her forehead lightly, longing for so much more, whispering his last words of love before placing the green bottle in her hand, walking out the door, and flying away in his balloon.

Hours later, Melena groggily awoke, keeping her eyes shut to shield the rays of morning light from her vision as she turned to wrap her arms around the person next to her. Feeling the cool, cotton sheet instead of a warm body sent chills down her spine. Before she could react, she felt a familiar sensation wash over her and jolted out of bed with a round of violent regurgitations. She lay on the floor, clutching her stomach with one hand and the bottle with the other, as hot tears streamed down her pale, worn face. She had never felt so alone, despite the fact that for the next nine months, she would never be without a constant companion.

Seeing Through Different Eyes

"Wake up you!" Fiyero was suddenly jolted awake with a heavy blow to the head.

"Young Lady! Do you realize who this is?!"

"I don't care who he is! Your cart nearly knocked me over, and you're sleeping?!"

Oh my Oz, I've never seen anyone like her. She...she's beautiful. Did she say something? Oh no, I better think of something fast. "Of course. It's daytime." Nice save, Tiggular.

"Is this really how you go through life, nearly knocking people over, not even noticing them?"

Oz, her eyes are mesmerizing; so much passion and conviction..."Maybe the driver saw green and thought it meant go?" Smooth. I hate myself.

Fiyero hit his forehead with his straw hand. How could I be so brainless? She is the most beautiful woman I have ever known. If only I had told her then. If only I had taken advantage of our time together. Oz, I hope she can forgive me. I hope she can see past the straw and love me like before...

Awkwardly positioning the pen in between several pieces of straw, Fiyero carefully began forming semi-legible letters.

My dearest Fae,
I love you more than words can say. I only hope that one day you could learn to love the new me. There isn't time to explain, so you're going to have to trust me. I have convinced Dorothy that you will deteriorate when water touches your skin. Pretend to melt, and I'll come get you when the coast is clear. I love you and am counting the seconds until we meet again.
Forever yours,
Yero

Now all he could do was wait. He prayed that his plan would work because, if it didn't, he stood no chance of happiness and, more importantly, she stood no chance of living.

A few hours later, Fiyero was again awoken by the soft, gentle voice of his love. She and Glinda were saying their last goodbyes.

She is even more enchanting than I remember. Please, Osma, let this work. I can't survive a life without her.

She looked so tired and broken. More than anything, he wanted to take her in his arms and comfort her, shower her with kisses and love. Instead, he watched patiently as the two friends parted. He knew how vital it was that he stay put and not reveal himself. He saw Glinda glance his way, and for a moment he wondered if she recognized him. He stayed as still as possible so as not to raise Glinda�s suspicion, while staring with anxious button eyes at Elphaba. In a strange way, watching her carrying the bucket of water, ready to accept her fate, warmed his heart. She trusts me. She must still love me.

He would give anything to trade places with her, to take away all the hurt and pain she endured. No one deserves that life, least of all her. She deserves the world; she deserves a King. I hope she can settle for a straw man.

Fiyero was brought back to reality as he heard a splash of water and a piercing scream. Instinctively he stood up, ready to slowly torture and destroy the person who would make the love of his life produce such a haunting, excruciating cry. Before he pounced, something made him stop; something made him remember that Elphaba was just acting.

After the celebration in Oz and the journey to see the Wizard, Fiyero ran to the castle as fast as his straw legs could carry him. When he reached the doors of Kiamo Ko, he bolted up the stairs to Elphaba's tower, breathing heavily as he paused to collect his thoughts and make himself presentable.
Okay, this is it. The rest of my life--either a glorious heaven or agonizing hell.

He knocked on the trap door three times and out popped his vision in green.

"Fiyero! I thought you'd never get...here." Her face turned from overflowing joy to disappointed confusion.

Seeing the visible horror in Elphaba's face, Fiyero thought he could feel his heart literally breaking. Who am I kidding? No one could ever love a scarecrow.With a cold tone, Fiyero murmured, "Fae...I mean, Elphaba, maybe this was a bad idea. I think I'm going to go. Be safe." He turned and started to walk towards the door.

Running towards him, Elphaba shouted desperately, "Yero! Wait! Please don't leave!" She reached out and grabbed his hand, sending a surge of electricity between the two, like so many years ago at Shiz.

Even made out of straw, Fiyero could feel the warmth, the love. He gazed into her dark brown eyes, asking with a glimmer of hope, "You want me to stay with you?"

Elphaba smiled, taking his other hand in hers. "Of course I want you to stay. I want you with me always. It's just..."

"What? What is it? You can tell me. Is it because I'm a scarecrow?"

Elphaba's face fell. "Yes." Her eyes found the ground. She just couldn't look him in the eyes. "Yero, I'm so sorry..."

Fiyero couldn't believe his ears. This couldn't be happening. She just told him she wanted him to stay. Why would she care about his appearance? She never cared about physical features before. Why now? Then it hit him. She felt guilty for not restoring his former appearance.

He cupped her chin, forcing her to look at him. He looked at her with such relief and complete love, it startled her. "Fae, you saved my life. I can never repay you for the second chance you have given me."

He caressed her cheek, and his heart melted as she leaned into his hand, reveling in his touch. She placed her hand over his and brought it to her lips and kissed it. "I missed you so much, Yero. I was about to go insane." A small tear formed in the corner of her eye.

Fiyero wiped her eye with his thumb, and wrapped his arms around her, bringing her into a tight embrace. Neither wanted the closeness to cease. Pulling away ever so slightly, Fiyero whispered in her ear, "I will never leave you again. And not matter what happens, I will NEVER stop loving you."

At that moment, she looked deep into his eyes and kissed him with all her might. Fiyero responded eagerly, tangling his fingers in her hair, not wanting to waste one moment of their time together.

Fiyero's lips traveled down her neckline, while Elphaba released moans of pure bliss. In between kisses, Fiyero uttered, "Fae...I love you...more...than anything in the world." He stopped kissing her and looked into her eyes. "I can't survive without you. You are my heart...my life."

She gently ran her finger down his cheek and smiled. "And you are mine, my hero." She kissed him long and deep. "I love you so much."

Not wanting to end their reunion, but feeling the need to protect her, Fiyero suggested they start their journey out of Oz, where they could truly belong to each other.

Window to the Soul

Elphaba softly landed on the roof of the Wizard's palace determined to free the monkeys without attracting immediate attention. As she peered through the frosted window, her eyes immediately locked on the tall, muscular man in uniform dancing with the breath-taking woman, golden locks neatly resting on her shoulders. The green witch watched closely as the two moved around the dance floor, gracefully floating in each other's arms. They were both destined for greatness, but doomed for failure. Elphaba couldn't cease the ache in her chest as she thought of what could have been...and what was. There was no going back; no changing fate. All she could do was witness the sight before her and sigh longingly.

Fiyero...

Fiyero held his emerald angel in his arms, gently twirling her around the dance floor. Her smile radiated around the entire crowd as she came swinging back into his loving embrace, eyes shining like glitter. His heart pounded against his chest, feeling her entire body against his, her breath on his face. He shivered and closed his eyes as she lovingly brushed his face with her soft green skin. Never in his life had he felt so free, so blissfully happy. He wanted to stay in this moment with her forever. Tightening his grip on her waist, he pulled her closer displaying his undying need for her. Her presence, her touch, her soul was his lifeline, and he clung to it for dear life. A small smile splitting across his perfectly sculpted face, he lightly grazed his fingers along the side of her head, rubbing his thumb tenderly against her cheek. As they danced in perfect rhythm, he knew that they were meant to be; they fit.

When the number ended, and the guests applauded, Fiyero broke from his trance, now face to face with his beautiful blonde fiancé. Trying with all his might, Fiyero struggled to veil the disappointment that now hardened his once glowing features. He closed his eyes in the hopes he could return to that place, feel her presence, consume her love.

Elphaba...

When the dance ended and the crowd went about their own conversations, Elphaba silently voiced her deepest desire. Maybe I could sneak in, just for a moment...just to see him again, to tell him how I feel...

As quickly as the thoughts entered her head, they left even quicker. He probably doesn't even remember me...not the real me, anyway. I mean, who could forget the Wicked Witch of the West? No, it's better this way. He stays safe and marries the love of his life, and I remain hidden and untouched, away from any emotional and physical harm.

Placing her hand against the cold glass, she glanced down at her prince, rubbing her frostbitten fingers soothingly against the window, appearing as though she were touching his perfect frame. If I'm away from harm, then why am I still hurting?

Fiyero left the dance floor as fast as his legs could carry him, poured himself punch, and sat down in a nearby chair. Running his hands through his hair in agonizing, palpable pain, he wrestled with the consequences of his future actions.

What will happen to Glinda? Oz, she will hate me so.

What of the crown? Who would take my place?

What if I don't get there in time? What if they find her first?

Elphaba took one last look at what her life could never be and whispered quietly, "Good-bye. I love you." Her voice was taken by wind into the dark night, never to be heard. Just as her eyes left the window, she could've sworn she saw a pair of eyes spot her. She pushed the thought out of her mind, and, without shedding a tear, she grabbed her things and silently continued to the throne room.

Just as he rose from his chair to return to his rightful place beside his fiancé, Fiyero looked out the window and did a double-take. No, it couldn't be. Could it? Visions of her face danced in his head. He couldn't deny his pure, overwhelming love for her. She consumed his every thought. Everything he did was with her in mind.

What if I never get to hold her and care for her and tell her how much I love her?

He looked out the window again, hope filling his heart, only to have his dreams dashed as his vision in green was nowhere in the snowy darkness. He clenched his fists and shut his eyes tightly. He knew what he had to do.

Screw the consequences. I'd risk anything to be with her.

Without a second thought, he sprinted out of the ballroom to the throne room, ready to deliver his resignation speech that he had arranged the day he was inducted, unaware of the person who awaited him.

Tragically Abandoned

Boq glanced at Galinda for a split second with all the rage he could possibly muster towards the love of his life. "I can't do this anymore."

With nothing else to say, he marched out of the train station before anyone could manipulate him into staying.

"Boq?" Her voice cracked, and she knew if she uttered another word, her tragically beautiful face would melt into a stream of tears, flowing one by one until her once pale, flawless skin turned red and swollen. The wheels of the chair rolled slightly towards the figure storming out of the station, but stopped so as not to cause a scene, so as not to break her ceramic façade, so as not to inflict a tantrum of chaos, violence, or self combustion.

The caustic manner of Boq's words sent a shiver down Galinda's spine. She was dumbfounded. How dare he defy me? She knew she had to recover fast. "Nessa, maybe he just isn't the right one for you."

Nessa closed her eyes in pain. "No. He's the one."

Glinda's words had ignited a fire. Nessa's head snapped towards Elphaba and glared at her with hatred in her eyes. "It's me that's not right."

She offered a weak good-bye and empty well wishes to a confused Elphaba, and raced to the door with a last hope that Boq would be waiting outside to hold her in his little Munchkin arms. She firmly turned the handle, looked up with a glimmer of last hope, and saw an endless, Munchkinless vacuum.

Nessa could feel her eyes burning with teardrops that threatened to scorch her long features. She pressed her hands to her eyes, refusing to give in. Her nails dug into her forehead and cheeks, tearing her pristine skin, outwardly displaying her curse, tainting her purity. She would not let herself mourn this loss, for that would reveal another weakness.

Then something changed in her. Nessarose, precious daughter of the minister, the martyr, the green girl's poor, helpless sister, removed her hands from her face to reveal dark circles under her livid red eyes and bright blood trickling from the numerous gashes fashioned by her long, sharp nails. No longer would she sit idle on the sidelines watching people happily living their lives while hers passed before her without a euphoric memory in tow. She vigorously wheeled herself back to Shiz, when her thoughts consumed her to a point of madness, causing those thoughts to transform into mindless words, crescendoing as they escaped her pastel lips.

"That no good witch! This is that last time I sacrifice my life because of her! She gets all the attention; she gets all the privileges. Not anymore! She will pay for the life I lost, the time I wasted!"

Nessa was panting heavily as she rolled faster to her dormroom at Shiz. The rubber from her wheels created hot friction against her delicate fingers, but she could no longer feel the pain. Body numb, heart frozen, she was lost in thought, oblivious to any physical feeling.

Green skin. That damn green skin. It has made her almost more famous than the Wizard himself! She is the most recognized girl in school for Oz sake! Her freakish temper got her into the sorcery seminar, her dorky dancing landed her a best friend AND started a new dance crave, and now she is going to meet the Wizard. The only thing she has ever done to me is cause me pain and heartache by scaring off the one boy I cared for. The only chance I had. He's gone now. I have no way of getting him back.

Nessa was fuming. If it were possible for steam to come out of her ears and nostrils, it would. As she broke from her thoughts, she found herself in front of an oddly familiar building. Although quite large, it was not the archaic stone buildings of Shiz. Glancing around at the vibrant gardens and lush landscape, Nessa's location and purpose became all too clear. The governor's mansion.

"I'll see to it that no other Munchkin leaves me like that ever again..." She turned the handle and wheeled herself inside the entrance hall, grinning maliciously. "Oh Daddy! I have some ideas for Munchkinland..."

Wishes

Don't wish. Don't start. Wishing only ruins the heart.

Elphaba shook her head, trying desperately to push the day's events out of her mind and the feelings out of her heart.

His words. His touch. Their heat.

She could not ignore the way he looked at her with those crystal eyes. It was like he was staring into her soul. She suddenly noticed that her heart had been pounding against her chest, creating an aching that Elphaba had never felt before. Why does he have this effect on me? And why do I like it?

She turned to face the window and looked up into the night sky, illuminated with an array of stars. The twinkling lights took her back in her memories to a time when things were simpler and the possibilities seemed unlimited. Her memories unfolded to reveal a young Elphaba crying on her bed, wrapped in Nanny's embrace. She recalled Nanny pointing to a star in the sky and telling her that if she wished hard enough, she could accomplish anything and reach her dreams. She recalled wishing for a miracle, a person to love and to return her love. Pure, innocent love. A friend. Someone to talk to. Someone to hold. Someone who would see beyond her skin. Someone who did not exist.

How young and innocent. So naïve. No one could ever love...me.

Elphaba was jolted back to reality by a loud slam of the door.

"Oh Elphie! I just had the most wonderful time with Fiyero!" Galinda twirled around the room and landed on her pink fluffy bed with a smile from ear to ear.
She propped herself up, resting her elbows on her pillow and started telling Elphaba a rundown of her date.

What am I thinking? How can I compete with her? Get a grip, Elphaba. He is Galinda's boyfriend, and you are the green freak.

By the time Elphaba came out of her thoughts, Galinda was at the finale of her date. "And then Fiyero drove us to this secluded area where we..."

A knock at the door interrupted the steamy portion of Galinda's night, and Elphaba was grateful for it. Elphaba charged to the door, opened it, and found herself face to face with Fiyero.

"Oh, Elphaba. How are you?" His poor attempt to hide his pleasure failed. That big, charming smile of his graced his face at seeing Elphaba. He stared straight into her eyes, wanting to say so much more.

Oh my Oz, he's so...Wait! Say something, you buffoon! "I'm fine."

They just stood there, each captivated with the other.

Galinda couldn't help but feel like she was missing something. "Fiyero, dearest? You wanted to see me?"

Fiyero still stood in his trance, mesmerized by the beauty before him. It wasn't until the blonde jumped in front of Elphaba and snapped her fingers that Fiyero responded.

"Hello? Fiyero?"

"Oh! Sorry, Galinda. I was just... thinking." Both girls dropped their jaws at the admission.

Linking her arm with his, Galinda quickly said, "Fiyero, I think you need some fresh air."

As Galinda was leading him out the room, Fiyero quickly offered a few words to Elphaba. "Elphaba! It was good to see you again! I hope we see each other soon!" And then he was gone.

He could be that boy, but I'm not that girl.

Elphaba ran to the window, looked up at a star, and shut her eyes tightly. Oh I wish...
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"Elphaba? Hey, are you okay?"

"What?" Elphaba had briefly forgotten where she was until she laid eyes on the face staring back at her.

"Fae, where did you go just now?" Fiyero asked with playful curiosity.

Elphaba smiled up at him. "Nowhere. Just remembering."

"Oh, I see. Care to fill me in, my mysterious beauty?" He brought his fingers to her sides and began to lightly tickle her.

"Not really..." She succeeded in concealing her giggles.

"Are you sure about that?" The tickling progressed more eagerly.

"Yero! Stop! That's not...*giggle*... fair!" She fell onto the cold ground in fits of laughter. "Okay! Okay! I'll tell you!"

He rolled off of her and let her rest her head on his chest as they lay on the forest ground staring up at the stars. "I was thinking about a wish I made back at Shiz."

He ran his fingers through her silky hair and gave her a look urging her to continue.

"Do you believe in wishes? Do you believe they actually come true?"

Surprised at her question, Fiyero paused to give it some thought. "I mean, I never used to. I believed that a person had to make his or her own future. Wishing had nothing to do with it. It was all a big coincidence."

"And now? What do you think of wishes now?" She looked at him with the hopeful eyes of the little girl in Nanny's arms so many years ago.

Fiyero looked at her lovingly and kissed her on the forehead. "I think anything is possible."

This response sparked Elphaba's curiosity. "What made you change your mind?"

He paused for a few seconds before answering. "My wish came true."

Elphaba jumped up with excitement. "What wish?! What did you wish for?! Don't make me tickle you, Tiggular!"

Fiyero chuckled. "Alright, alright." He pulled her back down to rest in his arms. "Do you remember that night after we rescued the lion cub? When Galinda pulled me outside to 'talk'?"

"Yes! That's the same night I was thinking about!"

"Well, I gazed up at the stars and wished that I could be with you again. I promised myself if I could only get another chance, I would do things so differently. As long as you were mine, I was going to do everything possible to love and be with you."

Elphaba hadn't expected to be so moved. She was speechless.

Fiyero saw the misty look in her eyes and decided to break the silence. "Well, this is a first. You don't have anything to say?"

She could no longer suppress the love that was bursting throughout her entire body for him. She leaned over and pressed her lips to his, kissing him deeply. "I love you, Fiyero."

"I love you too, Fae." He tightened his grip on her, rubbing his nose against hers. "So, you never told me what you wished for."

Elphaba looked up at him, a small smile splitting her face. "I wished that I could always be yours."

Fiyero didn't hesitate as he joined his lips to hers in a series of long, passionate kisses. His arms caressed her torso as she tangled her fingers in his hair. The couple spent the rest of their night under the spotlight of the stars, showering each other with love until the sun came up. The stars were no longer needed. All of their wishes had been fulfilled.

His Eyes
PG-13 for adult situations!

She stared into his eyes, a mirror into her past, a reflection of her heart. Those shimmering crystal eyes, blue diamonds sparkling in the moonlight. Eyes that could shatter all of her walls, make her weak at the knees; eyes that made her feel safe, kept her sane. She dove into the endless blue sea and wanted to stay there forever.

His eyes revealed memories cascading from the depths.

His eyes exposed the first time she saw his face, all those years ago at Shiz. They were merely innocent teenagers, basking in their youth. She noticed his defined jaw line, uniformly patterned all the way to his chest with glistening blue diamonds. His perfectly formed lips, his thick blonde hair—every strand precisely in place. She remembered his innocence. His nervous, angular stance. His naivety that made him so different from the other students—so appealing. But never to love. Love only causes pain. She would not make herself vulnerable to pain.

His eyes flashed to another place and time. An apartment of some sort, barren from ceiling to floor. The interior was scarcely furnished with gray and black necessities: a small cot, ancient stove, and a crooked wood table. She watched and listened; a creak of the door hinges breaking the surreal silence. As the door opened, the room filled with light and the silhouette of a tall, familiar man. His awkwardness had vanished over the years behind his confident posture and muscular frame and his blue diamonds, more prominent, shined through the darkness like stars in the sky. As he walked over to her, she saw her green form run to meet his arms and melt into his body. Resting her head on his chest, she wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders, feeling every curve of his muscles and listening to every beat of his heart. He tightened his grasp on her and whispered low in her ear. "I love you."

She lifted her head to look into his eyes and witness his sincerity. She reached up and kissed him hard, holding the back of his head in her hands. He closed his eyes and responded eagerly. She watched as the couple staggered over to the small cot in the corner of the room, recklessly removing every article of clothing without ceasing their closeness.

As she reminisced and savored this sacred memory, she blinked back a single tear. She gazed into his eyes again, and observed the man under the messy sheets in peaceful slumber, happy and spent after their night of bliss. He loved her. She cringed with guilt as she watched the green body softly escape his hold and disappear out of his life forever. She did not love him. She couldn't love him. She had to stay focused.

Despite her overwhelming desire to discard the past and forget him, she was hypnotized by the blue orbs that held her heart. His eyes reflected a pool of crimson. The once gray, dreary room radiated bright red, covered in his blood. She saw his cold dead body sprawled on the wood floor. She gazed into his frozen, glazed eyes, unable to move, and chills traveled down her spine as her body trembled with exhumed grief. It's a good thing she didn't love him.

She removed her stare from his round, sapphire eyes, her whole body weak with emotional exhaustion. After gaining her composure, Elphaba returned to the crib of the crying baby, picked him up, and cradled him in her arms. She had almost succeeded in avoiding his eyes, but was eventually drawn in like a magnet. She looked into her son's bright blue eyes and felt tears flowing furiously down her cheek. The memories of all the years flashed before her in matter of seconds. She kissed his forehead and uttered the words she had previously not dared speak.

"I love you, too."

Just a Memory

"Oz Damnit! Tiggular, you are such a buffoon!" With a slam of the door heard throughout the entire dormitory, Fiyero pulled his hair with both hands in frustration. His bed creaked as his weight upset the level form of the mattress, and his eyes drifted to his bedside table, where a picture of him and Galinda stood, a constant reminder of his purpose. He picked up the metal frame and stared at the happy couple.

Who are those two people? I don't even know that smiling guy in the picture.

Then Fiyero's eyes were drawn like magnets to the girl in the background, sitting at a table as an unwelcomed spectator. As his eyes locked on her captivating face, Fiyero realized that he had never before seen a picture of this enchanting figure. He traced her body with his finger, memorizing every minute detail, grateful for a chance to simply stare at her without appearing rude. He took in her hauntingly big eyes that wrapped him in their stare and pulled him in, revealing her every thought and wish. He studied her thin lips that formed a radiant smile that warmed his heart when their hands briefly touched. He remembered every precious, passionate, meaningful word that had come from her mouth. He noticed how her black hair fell past her shoulders in a mass of naturally loose curls. The way her feminine fingers elegantly twirled the ends of her thick hair made him want to kiss and hold each one, savoring every part of what made her who she was. Her skin. The most obvious feature. The pigment that made her the outcast she was. The pigment that made even the toughest student shriek. The pigment that made Fiyero Tiggular fall madly in love. Love?

At this realization, Fiyero jolted from his trance, and all the anger and disappointment burdening him came flooding back into his mind. How could I just let her go? Why didn't I tell her how I feel before she boarded the train?

"Glinda."

Ever since that day with the lion cub, Fiyero had weighed his options, sorting through his feelings, knowing without a doubt what he wanted. But there was always a price to pay.

Oz, I can't hurt her like that. She'll hate us both. He massaged his forehead looking to the sky for answers he desperately wanted to find. He crawled under the sheets in the hopes that a night of sleep would clear his mind. He slowly closed his eyes, but instead of drifting off into a dreamless slumber, he saw her face.

He sat up, realizing where his heart had always been. "I've got to tell her."

Okay, Fiyero. Pull yourself together. You can make this work. When they get back from the Emerald City, just pull her aside...no, that's not good enough. I'll...I'll bring her to...the forest! Yes, that's it. Where we rescued the lion cub. I'll bring her to the forest,maybe set up a picnic or something, tell her how I feel, and hope to Oz I live to see if she returns my feelings before Glinda finds out and kills me.

Consumed with relief and excitement, Fiyero threw back the covers, grabbed his coat, and was just about to turn the doorknob when the knob started turning. The door opened revealing a disheveled and desolate Glinda.

"Glinda?"

"Fiyero..." She wrapped her arms around him, silently begging him to keep her fragile frame from falling to the floor.

After a moment of silence, Fiyero's concern grew as he took in Glinda's appearance and the deficiency of the other half of their party. "Glinda, what happened? Where's Elphaba?"

Her body stiffened, and a cold chill travelled down her spine when he mentioned Elphaba. She couldn't say it. She couldn't bring herself to admit such a reality. "Fiyero, why aren't you in bed?"

"I couldn't sleep. Glinda, tell me what happened." There was a hint of urgency in his voice as she dodged his question, and he began to discover a possible correlation between Glinda's demeanor and Elphaba's absence.

Glinda left his arms and simply got in his bed with only a sniffle as her response.

Fiyero was more forceful this time. "Glinda. Where is she?"

Without blinking, without turning towards him, Glinda spoke in a monotone voice. "She's gone."

Fiyero ran to her side. "She's gone! What do you mean 'she's gone'?!"

Not moving positions to face him, she continued, void of any emotion. "She and the Wizard had a disagreement on policy, and she left. She's a fugitive."

"We have to find her! I have to find her!" He was halfway out the door, when he realized Glinda wasn't following. "Glinda, come on! Don't just lie there! Get your coat!"

Finally, she looked at him with anger and tears in her eyes. "Don't you think I've looked? Fiyero, don't you get it!? She doesn't want to be found! She doesn't want this life!"

Defeated, Fiyero had never felt such a wave of devastation crash down on him at once. Just when he had it all figured out. She leaves. He stood at the doorframe, not sure of what to do next. Finally, he removed his jacket and climbed into bed next to his girlfriend, backs facing each other. Suddenly, after a few minutes of sleepless silence, Glinda spoke.

"So did you love her?"

"Yes."

Fiyero was through playing games, through hiding his feelings. Since he couldn't tell Elphaba of his love, he felt the need to tell someone. By saying the words out loud, maybe, just maybe, she would come back to him. I love you, Elphaba...

Glinda was not shocked or hurt by this confession. Some part of her knew Fiyero had changed.

But it didn't matter now. Both knew this exchange would not change a thing between them. She was gone. She was never coming back. She was just a memory.

Always Yours

PG-13

Their rapid footsteps broke the cryptic silence of the forest. The cracking of the crisp, dead leaves sounding an alarm of human presence under their feet as they sprinted hand in hand further from the palace walls. Although a safe distance from any living threat, the couple was running on an endless supply of adrenaline and continued travelling further into the depths of the tenebrous forest, not sure of what to do next.

"Fiyero, wait!" Fiyero nearly fell over as the grip of the fragile, feminine hand in his pulled him to an abrupt stop. He looked around, examining their surroundings for safety before recognizing the tentative look in her eyes.

Breathing heavily and still reeling from the rush, his words came out in a bit of a panic. "What is it? Elphaba, what's wrong?"

She cast her eyes to the muddy ground, torn on whether to voice her concerns. She took her time, wanting to slow down and piece together this new development.

Her silence was tearing him apart inside. He was frantic that they might still be in harm's way and bothered by her cautious stare. Placing his free hand on her shoulder, he lightly grazed his thumb along her neckline, speaking as calmly as possible.

"Elphaba. It's okay. You're going to be okay. I won't let anything happen to you. Now what's bothering you? Please." He tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear and looked her in the eyes. "You can tell me."

She lifted her head and met his eyes. Those big, expressive, gentle eyes. She couldn't help but reveal a shy smile at the thought of him here with her, holding her hand, despite the risks and social suicide. She had dreamed this exact moment so many times throughout the years. But nothing compared to the real thing. Seeing the anxiety across his face, she spoke carefully.

"I just...I wanted to tell...No...Fiyero, I just... You should go back. You shouldn't have come. You didn't have to do that. Go back to Glinda." She closed her eyes and turned around and prepared her body to bolt.

Without missing a beat, Fiyero squeezed her hand and didn't let go. He ran in front of her, now firmly holding her shoulders with both hands. "What are you talking about? Where is this coming from? I can't go back! I don't want to go back!"

Taking a deep breath, he tenderly positioned his thumb and index finger on her chin to make her look him in the eyes. He spoke softly, but full of confidence. "I'm not letting you go again. I want to be with you. Not Glinda. You." He brought his head inches from hers, reveling in the sensation of her breath on his face. "I've been waiting forever for this moment."

"Fiyero, I..."

Clearly Fiyero could not wait one more second for this moment because before Elphaba could finish her sentence, her voice was muted by his lips softly on hers. He took his time, making sure he savored every precious second. The taste of her lips; the shape of her mouth; the smell of her hair. After her mouth, he slowly brought his lips to each of her cheeks, her nose, her forehead, and each of her eyes. Elphaba gasped at the sudden sensation and felt her desire and need for him flourish. Although tempted to return to her mouth, he simply leaned his forehead on hers and waited for her reaction. He needed to know what she wanted.

He whispered longingly. "Elphaba..."

Elphaba opened her eyes momentarily and began kissing him with more intensity. She placed her hands around his neck, letting her fingers rest in his hair. Not questioning her actions, Fiyero wrapped his arms around her, lifting her slightly as he deepened their kiss. After a few minutes of passionate exchanges, they broke apart, both faces glowing with wide, euphoric smiles. Fiyero kissed her tenderly once more and gazed at her with total, unadulterated love.

"Elphaba, I love you." He paused, letting his words linger in the air, letting his love be the only thing between them. When he didn't get a response, he continued. "Don't ever question where I want to be because it is right here with you. It's where I've wanted to be every second for the last three years. With you. Just you."

Elphaba opened her mouth to say something, but quickly closed it. She was left speechless. Nothing she would say could ever convey all of her emotions from her years in hiding, all of her fears and regrets, all of her love for this one man.

In one swift movement, Elphaba grabbed Fiyero's shirt, pressing him against her. She kissed him with a sudden urgency, releasing all of her pent-up emotions and letting them flood out of her mind like a cleansing of her soul. As Elphaba artfully unbuttoned Fiyero's shirt and discarded it on the ground, Fiyero's hands began exploring and caressing every curve and crevice of her emerald body. Elphaba responded eagerly with moans of encouragement, and left a trail of kisses down Fiyero's neck, stopping briefly to massage each of his blue diamonds with soft wet kisses before retracing her path back to his lips. As Fiyero seductively unzipped and removed her dress, the two fell to the ground in a heat of passion.

Afterwards, the two lovers lay on the ground in each other's arms, reliving the night's events over and over. Just before drifting off to sleep, Elphaba kissed Fiyero's shoulder and lifted her head from his chest to look at him.

"I love you so much, Fiyero. This has been the greatest night of my life."

A smile split his face at Elphaba's declaration and happiness. He lovingly pressed his lips to her forehead before he spoke. "I love you, too, Elphaba." He held her face gently in his hands. "I love you more than you will ever know." He brought his lips to hers in a quick but passionate kiss.

When they broke apart, Elphaba's radiant smile turned serious. "Will you always be mine?"

Fiyero kissed her deeply. "I'll always be yours."

Their lips joined again and didn't break apart until the early hours of the morning.

I adored that last one shot. ALAYM. Squeel! Love it!

I also love having all your fics under one roof. It reminds me how fantastic they all were.

Keep em coming.

The ICBH

The Other Side of the Mirror

I'm afraid our new Captain of the Guard had other plans...

"Other plans." She shook her head in disgust. "Yeah, he forgot to mention his plans to leave me for my best friend."

Glinda removed her tiara, letting her golden curls drape comfortably over her shoulders as she glanced at herself in the mirror. Her once petite, shapely body appeared fragile and ailing. Her radiant blue eyes glazed over into a deathly stare with dark circles of emotional exhaustion. Those thin pink lips that normally exposed a bright, glowing smile turned pale and dry. She touched her cheek lightly with her left hand, and a sudden sparkle caught her eye. The only bright item in the room—her ring. She stretched her hand out in front of her, examining the exquisite diamond perfectly sized to her finger.

"A perfect fit. Just like us." Fiyero slipped the ring onto her finger, kissing it before letting go.

Glinda let out an exasperated sigh. "A perfect fit. Well, not anymore."

She went to remove the ring, but struggled to free it from her finger. After much twisting and turning, the ring came off, and Glinda shuffled to the window, opened it, and threw the ring as far as her arm would allow. With all her rage and hurt, her voice cracked with subdued sobs as she screamed, "I hope you're happy! You deserve each other!"

Glinda closed the window and fell onto the bed in a heap of uncontrollable tears. She cried, shedding a tear one by one for her broken engagement, her loneliness, her lies, her best friend, her life completely in shambles.

She was my best friend. How could she do this to me? I thought we had no secrets. And him. I can't even think his name. Why would he agree to marry me, tell me he loves me, if he had feelings for another woman? Even if he didn't love me, wouldn't he know how much this would destroy me? Doesn't he care for me at all? They were the only ones I was honest with, the only ones who knew me backwards and forwards. I trusted them. I trusted them not to hurt me, and they both cut me open with a single slice. I can't...

*Knock knock*

Glinda lifted her head off the pillow, staring at the door with confusion. "Who could that be at this late hour?" Glinda ran to the door, quickly wiped her tears, and turned the handle.

"Good evening, Miss Upland."

"Madame Morrible, what are you doing here?"

"I know how devistrated you must be, and I just wanted to see how you were doing, my dear."

"Oh, I'm positively emerald. I just have a slight headache and am going to turn in early. Thank you for..."

As she went to close the door, Morrible stuck her hand out, stopping the door from shutting in her face and continued to speak.

"Glinda, dear, you mustn't hide from this. Elphaba has taken your fiancé! She has caused you nothing but turmoil since you met, despite your efforts to assimilate her into the social world. She owes you her life and, in turn, she takes yours."

"Oh Madame, that's not true. Elphie would never..."

"But she just did. However you want to say it, that Witch manipulated that young man, went behind your back, and robbed you of your greatest happiness."

"No, not Elphie. She wouldn't." Glinda's tears started drying as she came to an overwhelming realization. "It was my fault. I should've told the truth. I cared too much about the publicity. I should've communicated with him, been there for him. I was selfish."

"Selfish?!" Morrible draped her arm around Glinda and sat her on the bed. "I don't mean to offend you, but I must be frank, my dear. You sacrificed all of your friends, your pedestal, and your future to help that poor girl. You told her your deepest secrets, all your feelings for your strapping suitor. She left you alone in the Emerald City. She didn't communicate with you for years. Then she suddenly shows up unannounced at your engagement party to leave you all alone again."

Glinda's wounds were splitting wide open at her words. All the pain and gore was gushing out, and she could no longer clean it. Morrible was right.

"Miss Upland, you need to take control. Force her to show herself. Make her feel half the pain she put you through all these years."

Choking back fresh tears, Glinda spoke blankly. "I think you should leave, Madame. Thank you for your concern."

Before she left, the deceptive woman took one final stab at Glinda's pride. "Of course. I'll leave you be. You're a very strong woman. I don't think I'd be able to stomach the idea of my fiancé leaving me for a green criminal. If you change your mind, you should take my advice and make her pay."

Glinda's face was as hard as stone. She was facing her dresser mirror, staring at the mess she had become.

Just as the door was about to click shut, Morrible heard her voice.

"Her sister."

Morrible grinned maliciously. Gotcha. She poked her head in the room. "What was that, dear?"

"Use her sister. Pretend her sister is in trouble. She will fly to her side and you will have her."

"Oh no. This your fight, Miss Upland. I will not be responsible for such vengeance when it is not my place. Good day." The door shut, and she was gone as quickly as she had come.

The poised woman with perfectly formed locks and a porcelain face picked up her tiara and studied her reflection in the stones. Glancing up, her reflection in the mirror above her dresser followed her, haunted her, reminded her of her sorrow, of her choices in life. Another wave of anger pushed her overboard, and she heaved the sparkling crown at the pristine glass, her wave of emotions crashing into a million sharp pieces before her. Falling to her knees, tears flowed down her cheeks like a stream of running water. She picked up one of the larger pieces of glass and turned it over. Nothing. No reflection. Just a black emptiness. That's all mirrors really are, right? A picture of our surface. If you look for anything deeper, you find nothing. When Glinda looked further, she found nothing.

these are all wonderful...my favorites were the ALAYM one and the last one with Glinda and Morrible...I really felt the love between Elphie and Yero and the bitterness Glinda feels now that she knows Fiyero does not love her..bravo!

WOW!

Fantastic, as always.

Great job, Greeny!

The ICBH

This one is for you.

I was wondering when this topic would appear. Now it has and I am satisfied.

or at least I am patiently awaiting your next installment.

I liked the last one. For lack of a better term... and a really bad pun.... it was a nice reflection of who Glinda really can be.

Greeny, your ALAYM one rocked my socks off
You captured the exchange between the two so beautifully and really got the scene down pat

As for your latest one about Glinda, I loved it.
You crawled into her brain and made us understand her inner workings and how that bit of malice that's in everyone (no matter how small) can cause us to do disastrous things.

Bravo.

- passionate

Okay....here's a little something....sorry if it's weird.

Out of Your Hands

Elphaba felt a wave of surreal certainty shoot through her entire body, a surge of electricity flooding her veins, reaching the tips of each green finger and every toe. Her body froze for a moment, time stopping abruptly as her senses carried her back in time through his eyes. A time when things were simple, yet falling apart all at once. A time when innocence and reality clashed.

In the blink of an eye she felt Melena’s fragile hand on her cheek; her delicate, pale fingers running through the little girl’s long thick locks of ebony hair. She relished the warmth and comfort of a mother’s touch, a sensation she cherished and held close as she knew their time was drawing to a close. Memorizing every slow, suffering, but somehow graceful movement, the little green girl watched carefully as the weak frame before her struggled to sit up in bed, ready to create the last peaceful memory of Elphaba’s childhood.

Fighting through tears, Melena managed to remain stable as she spent her last few minutes with her daughter. Giving her advice, telling her stories, filling her with the only ounce of love the child would ever know. It was an unfortunate reality, but no one could deny or love that fluorescent green skin. But of course, Elphaba was just a child; Melena couldn’t crush her daughter’s dreams at such a young age. Instead, she told her fairytales and stories of happily ever after, of handsome princes and wishes coming true, giving her hope that one day she would experience such fantasies.

She gave the small emerald hand, resting contently next to her pasty white skin, a tender squeeze and smiled lovingly. “One day, Fabala. One day you will find someone who will see past your skin, love you for everything you are. He will treasure the imperfections that make you perfect.”

Seeing the child’s face illuminate with innocence and hope warmed Melena’s heart. She sighed, envying how simple life can be through the eyes of a child, even in the most severe circumstances. Melena gently brushed her fingers through Elphaba’s silk hair before placing a soft kiss on her forehead. The two lay there in the bed for quite some time, soaking up every second they had; making up for all the lost time.

But eventually all stories must come to an end. When Melena’s breathing became staggered and her body began shutting down, the nurse placed her hands gently on Elphaba’s shoulders and guided her away from her mother. The words “It’s time to go” registered in Elphaba’s brain, yet her eyes stayed glued to her mother. Whether the nurse meant the words for Melena or Elphaba was unclear to the child, but neither option made her happy. Her entire body exploded with rage, kicking and screaming until she finally broke from the nurse’s hold with one swift bite of her razor teeth, and ran to the bed clutching the covers desperately, refusing to be torn away prematurely.

Melena could barely keep her eyes open as Elphaba pleaded with urgency. “How will I know?! How will I know when I’ve found the right one!?” But alas, her mother remained still, barely breathing. Tears were now falling rapidly, forming open wounds on the small girl’s face. A tear for every second Melena did not respond. As Elphaba gave in and the nurses took her hand, their heads suddenly whipped around towards the bed when they heard a faint whisper in the background. Elphaba ran to the bed and, this time, no one stopped her.

“His…*cough*…his hand. Your hands will fit.” She moved her hand towards Elphaba’s and entwined their fingers, kissing each one. “You’ll know when he holds your hand, my Fabala.” Melena managed a faint smile and one last deep look into her daughter’s eyes before shutting her own a final time.

Standing in the middle of the forest so many years later, Elphaba felt the warm, coarse skin, registered the firm grip of each of the fingers laced in hers. Her heart pounded in her chest as she glanced down, comparing the intermixed skin tones fused together as one, and swallowed the lump in her throat that appeared the second their hands made contact. Escaping her trance, she found herself again staring into his eyes, hypnotized by their beauty. His eyes glistened with a sapphire glow, vibrant and full of an emotion Elphaba could not name.

Feeling awkward just gazing at him in silence, Elphaba nervously ran over to the lion’s cage, mumbling something to fill the empty air around them. She watched as he walked over to her, now on his knees, his head mere inches from hers. Looking into his eyes again, trying desperately to translate the message they were sending, Elphaba’s fingers folded into a fist, touching nothing but her own skin. She realized just how much she wanted to hold his hand in hers and how angry she was that she pulled away from him earlier. She missed him. She wanted him. She lo—she loved him. Diving again into his blue eyes, getting lost in the crystal depths, she could now recognize the love in his eyes. The adoration. The tenderness. The overflowing feeling of love and safety.

Offering up a wide smile, Elphaba placed her hand in his once again, and Fiyero could not help but return a radiant smile of his own, locking eyes with the vision before him. Feeling her hand resting perfectly in his, each of her fingers wrapped between one of his, Elphaba’s heart overflowed with joy knowing without a doubt that she had found her match.

Fiyero is lucky number 1 through 7!

Perfect connection between a mother's dying wish and a daughter's ultimate dream.

Welcome back!

The ICBH

The emotions were so vivid in that...

I'm SO glad you're back writing on the boards G

Your writing has been missed.

Beautiful connection between Melena's understanding of/wishes for her daughter and the Lion cub scene.

I can even imagine a third part to this maybe... Tell me if you want to read it. I just wrote it for fun

Anyway, WRITE MORE. Yeah. I went there. I can be demanding too.

- passionate

Just thought I'd stick ICBH's birthday oneshots in here.

Kisses on the Skin

"I better get to safety. I mean, get the cub to safety."

As Elphaba watched Fiyero run, she couldn’t help but feel her heart tear violently in two. On the one hand, she thanked Osma he left, but a small part, a small, but strong desiring part tugged at her soul and craved his presence, feeling empty without it. As she took a step towards his direction, about to depart from her shelter under the bridge, a single drop of water landed softly, almost unnoticeably, on the dry ground beneath her. Rain. Shiz. She studied the puddle of precipitation, then glanced back, disappointment and defeat written so vividly on her face, to search for any sign of Fiyero. Before she could contemplate her actions, her heart ruled over her brain, and she shouted with aberrant desperation. “Fiyero!”

A few seconds of deafening silence later, the hope for his return vanished. Her shoulders slouched and her head hung low as she now found herself alone and abandoned in the middle of the rain. He wasn’t going to respond. He made his quick escape and would never turn back. Despite her stone exterior, Elphaba could not ignore her sudden urge to cry. She harbored no true feelings for this man, so the very idea of shedding useless tears in his absence seemed childish and futile. But all rationality aside, she couldn’t shake the overwhelming feeling of loss.

Turning her back away from where she had last seen his tall form in the clearing, she sat on the ground, eyes closed tight in agony, and she clutched her knees to her chin, wrapping her body in a fetal position, feeling as helpless as she appeared.

The rain picked up and pounded harder against the ground, now giving into the moisture and forming muddy puddles on the forest floor. Elphaba began to shiver when she felt a soothing hand on her back.

“Elphaba? Elphaba, are you okay? What are you still doing out here? You’re shivering. Here, take my jacket.” Elphaba’s body stiffened at the sound of the familiar voice. Before she could uncurl herself and object, Fiyero had his jacket draped over her body. He didn’t want to alarm her, so he just sat back, waiting for her to react. Slowly, carefully, Elphaba turned each limb to face him. When their eyes met and she saw his gentle, but concerned expression on his face and in his eyes, a chill surged up her spine, creating goose bumps on the back of her neck. Her mouth opened to speak, to say anything, but her voice was gone.

Fiyero, although a patient man, was growing more worried with every passing second of Elphaba’s strange silence. “Elphaba, please. Did something happen? I heard you call me. I thought you might be in trouble.” He wanted to touch her, hug her, comfort her, but he knew better. He knew to give her space. So he waited.

After a minute, Elphaba cut the silence with barely a whisper. “You came.” A shy smile split her face.

He was stunned. After what seemed like an eternity of silence, Elphaba chose to voice something so obvious and trivial. "Of course I came. Did you think I was that self-absorbed that I would just ignore you?" Fiyero spoke with disbelief and a bit of frustration. His voice lowered to no more than a whisper, "You could've been hurt."

“Well, I’m not hurt so you can leave if you want. Don’t forget your jacket.” She thrust the jacket in his direction and turned her back towards him. Before she could close her eyes and shut him out, Fiyero had his arms wrapped around her shoulders, gently turning her to face him.

“You aren’t getting rid of me that easily, you know.” He smirked. “Elphaba, why are you pushing me away? I like being with you. You must’ve called me for a reason. What is it?”

She just sighed. “It’s raining.” She stared up at him as if those two words explained everything there was to know.

He blinked. “Yes…yes it is.” Fiyero paused to see if Elphaba would explain her dilemma further. When she remained silent, his eyebrow arched, his expression puzzled. He spoke bluntly. “What’s you point?”

Elphaba just stared distantly into the water cascading from the sky, now seeming to form lines of toxins rather than single drops of water. She shook her head furiously, fear written on her face. “I…I can’t. My parents…they…” She bit her lip to dodge potential quivering. “Oh Fiyero, I’m sorry. You should go and get warm. I’ll catch up when the rain passes.”

Fiyero was taken aback by Elphaba’s demeanor. He had never seen her so vulnerable, so scared. He ran to her side. “If you think I’m leaving you out here, you’re not as smart as everyone says. Now, you don’t have to tell me why you’re afraid of the rain if it causes you pain, but there is no way in Oz I’m letting you face this alone.” He let the tips of his fingers briefly touch her hand as a comforting gesture, and a new wave of heat resonated in his whole body at the contact. He looked into her eyes. “I want to stay with you.”

For the first time in Elphaba’s life, she was left speechless twice in one sitting. She just wanted to savor this moment and forever sear it into her brain. No words could do it justice. Oz, I want him to stay with me.

When Fiyero saw Elphaba trembling under his jacket, he gradually snaked his arms around her slim form and released a sigh of relief when he felt her lean into his hold.

The two lost all track of time, neither wanting the embrace to end. Risking a slap in the face, Fiyero lightly rested his head on hers and took in the sweet scent of her hair. They just sat there in each other’s arms, listening to the steady rhythm of the rain as it matched the accelerated beat of their hearts. After much time had passed, Elphaba’s voice cracked as she confided her darkest secret.

“My parents tried to kill me…to…to drown me.”

Fiyero’s head shot up in horror, still keeping his arms occupied around her. He just kept shaking his head in disbelief. “No…they…they can’t!” He tightened his grasp for fear that some unknown force would take her from him. “I mean…they couldn’t. You’re their child!”

“Yes. Their green child. They managed to submerge my body up to my neck before the midwife caught them. She took me in and raised me until I was old enough to do chores and be useful.” She looked up at him with pleading eyes. “I can’t go out there, Fiyero. Please, don’t make me.” She buried her head in his shirt, trying to erase the traumatizing visions from her troubled mind.

He held her close, stroking her head with his other hand. “Shhh…shh. No one is going to hurt you. I’m right here. Nothing will happen to you. I won’t let anyone touch a hair on your head. You’re safe with me.” He gently rocked her as he continued speaking in a soft voice. “You are such an extraordinary person, Elphaba, and you deserve so much better than how most people have treated you. You have so many people who love you. Glinda, Boq, Nessa, and I would be lost without you.”

A long time passed before the two of them spoke again. Fiyero’s warmth and loving embrace calmed her and made her feel safe. All of her fears vanished with his touch. When Fiyero suddenly let her go, she began to inwardly panic. She watched his every movement as he ran out into the pouring rain, arms spread wide, head facing the sky and smiling wide, and his body spinning in circles.

“Fiyero! What are you doing out there?!”

He stopped spinning, came over to her, and reached out his hand for hers. She cowered back and whispered in pain. “I…can’t. Please don’t make me go out there.”

“I won’t force you to ever do anything, but, Elphaba, it’s okay. You are the bravest, strongest person I know. You need to face this fear. I’ll be right here holding your hand the whole time. I know you can do this.” He looked deep into her eyes. “I’ll never let you go.”

He gave her a minute to think it over, and then he put out his hand again. “Do you trust me?”

Without taking a breath, Elphaba responded with a genuine smile. “Always.” She took his hand without hesitation, and he led her slowly out into the rain.

Fiyero stood there with her, holding both her hands protectively in his. She was shaking from the sensation, but was no longer afraid. She let the water hit her face and soak her hair. When she felt comfortable, she removed his jacket and threw it under the bridge to keep it dry. Elphaba returned to Fiyero and took his hand again.

“Fiyero, thank you. No one has ever done anything like this for me.”

Before he could respond, Elphaba imitated his earlier actions and began spinning in circles, giving the drops access to every inch of her body. She spread her arms wide, letting the water roll freely over her green skin. Fiyero stood frozen, mesmerized by her beauty, her true self.

Elphaba was in her own world until she felt something hit the back of her leg. Looking from the mud on her leg to the man with an adorably busted grin on his perfect face, Elphaba threw her head back in laughter. “You are so paying for that!”

She ran after him and jumped in a nearby puddle, kicking up the muddy water and splashing it against Fiyero’s body. She kept beaming him with mud until he finally jumped her from behind, sending both of them to the ground, one landing on top of the other. The two tried to catch their breath in between all their uncontrollable laughter. When they composed themselves, Fiyero sweetly wiped a trace of mud from her cheek, resting his hand there as their eyes were trapped in a conversation all their own. Not wanting to move Elphaba from his body, but knowing they should probably change positions, Fiyero got to his feet and took Elphaba’s hand to help her stand.

Fiyero did not release her hand when she was back on her feet. Instead, he began twirling her around in the rain. Elphaba could not contain her happiness as her bright smile radiated pure joy. They danced across the forest floor, moving gracefully in each other’s arms through puddles, over dead leaves and broken branches, not caring that they were soaked from head to toe. Elphaba’s dress clung tightly to every curve of her body, and Fiyero was quick to notice. He held her closer against him before he leaned her down into a dip and brought her smiling face back up so that her head was dangerously close to his. They were both breathing heavily as their heart rates sped up in anticipation of their lips meeting. Fiyero knew what he wanted to do. He also knew what was appropriate. Reluctantly he pulled his face away and removed his arms from a breathless Elphaba.


She stared at him longingly, desperately desiring to be back in his arms. She spoke with pure sincerity. “Fiyero, this has been one of the greatest experiences of my life. I will never forget this moment.”

Her serious demeanor turned playful again as she giggled and looked to the sky with a closed grin, letting the drops trickle down her face to her neck. Elphaba then proceeded to open her mouth, letting her tongue stick out and catch the water in her mouth. Fiyero smiled with pleasure as he came up behind her and placed his hands on her waist. He opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, tasting the bland flavor of water against his lips. He longed to taste something much more satisfying.

When he closed his mouth and brought his head back down, he saw Elphaba staring up at him with her deep brown eyes. As their gazes remained locked on each other, Fiyero longed to close the distance between them. He couldn’t take his eyes off hers as he leaned in to lightly brush his lips against hers, savoring every taste and texture. Elphaba responded eagerly, intensifying their tender kiss as she held his head in her hands, awakening a fiery passion that had forever been subdued. Grateful that she was enjoying this as much as he was, Fiyero smiled through the kisses, wrapped his arms around her wet body, and lifted her, bringing her head closer to his. The rain continued to fall, dripping down their united form, lightly hitting their bodies like kisses on their skin, washing away the rest of the world. Despite the freezing rain, the couple was consumed with a wave of heat and a flood of emotion. As their kisses grew in number and in passion, Elphaba couldn’t help but admire the sight of Fiyero’s chest as his shirt hugged his perfectly sculpted body. She moved her hands to caress his torso, while Fiyero travelled down her neckline leaving a trail of kisses to her collarbone. He reveled in the feeling of her hands on his body as her lips responded to his kiss. In that moment, Fiyero could think of nothing but how he wanted to be out in the rain with Elphaba forever.


The rain lightened to a drizzle, and with much regret, Fiyero managed to pull himself away after slowing their kisses and leaving one sweet, tender kiss on her lips as a memento of their time together.

“Fiyero…”

“It stopped raining. Maybe it’s time we dried off.”

“Yeah, or maybe we should dry off or something.”

They walked back to retrieve Fiyero’s jacket and found a big tree to sit under. As they lay in each other’s arms, watching the sun emerge from the clouds, Elphaba turned and looked up at him with a mischievous grin. “You know, I think I kind of like the rain. Is it this exciting every time?”

He chuckled with amusement. “Well, that all depends on who you’re with.”

“And what if I want to be with you?”

“Then I’ll pray to Osma that it rains every second of every day.” He lovingly kissed the back of her head as she turned around, snuggling back into his arms, leaning comfortably on his chest. For the rest of the day the two stayed under the warmth of the sun, hoping that the clouds would soon shower them again with gentle waters.

When I Think About Leaving

The rays from the sun shone through the skylight, illuminating the couple comfortably sleeping under the thin cotton sheets. Elphaba slowly, happily opened her eyes and found a man’s arms wrapped around her, his head resting on her shoulder. Moving her eyes down to the strong arm embracing her body, Elphaba’s heart sank as her reality crashed down in a single moment. She had to leave. Get out. Run.

Reaching down to gently remove herself from his firm hold, she noticed her hand on his, how perfectly they fit together despite their different appearances. She stroked each of his fingers, traced every line in his palm. She longed to kiss each one and remain in his embrace for the rest of the day, but she knew her responsibilities and the dangers that came with them.

She lifted his arm, placing it next to his sleeping form and wrapped a blanket around her body as she tiptoed out of bed to grab her clothes, recklessly discarded around the room. The floorboards creaked as the pressure of her swift steps upset the tranquility of the room. Disturbed by the commotion, Fiyero groaned as he rolled over under the covers, causing Elphaba’s body to freeze in place, every muscle at attention. She turned cautiously to quickly verify his sleeping state but found her eyes locked on his face. She took in each minute detail and relived every vivid memory. The way his lips massaged her neck and chest, drowning her in kisses, the feeling of his soft hair in her fingers, the chills that surged up her spine when his long eyelashes softly tickled her skin. She studied his eyelids protecting his beautiful sapphire eyes, the windows to his soul, the mirrors of his heart.

Elphaba found her guard weakening as she thought back to their time together, his words, their passion. She went up to the bed and carefully knelt on the floor, watching his bare chest rise. Elphaba leaned in to feel his warm breath on her face and, with great difficulty, fought the desire to make contact with his lips and continue where they had left off. Her heart ached at the thought of leaving him, never being close to him again, but it was for his own safety. She had to leave. No more stalling. Out the door. Now.

She stood up and ran to the door, picking up her bag as she twisted the knob.

“Fae?”

Elphaba turned slowly towards the sound of his voice, running the spectrum from frustration to happiness in a matter of seconds. Maybe it was a sign.

When she realized Fiyero was, in fact, still in a deep sleep, she failed to mask her disappointment. She watched as his body tossed in struggle and his once peaceful face was covered in anguish.

“Fae, don’t leave.” He turned over again, getting tangled in the sheets. “It’s Lurlinemas. Please, don’t go. Not tonight.”

Watching his helpless pleas and pain, Elphaba’s heart softened and her lips bent to a frown for just a moment. Scenes of her past flashed through her mind: the lion cub back at Shiz; the first time they touched; the way he looked at her when she walked in the door; all the nights of passion and lov—No. Not that. She would not let a man get in the way of her mission. This was her life now. As she fought to put their time together out of mind, her face tightened to stone, and she mumbled quietly. “Stupid man. Can’t survive without a woman to take care of him.” Just as she stepped out and was about to close the door, the cat knock over a book, rescuing Fiyero from his nightmare and Elphaba from her future.

Fiyero opened his eyes and offered Elphaba a sleepy smile. “Good morning. Why are you out of bed? You don’t have to leave until later.” He opened his arms, inviting her to join him.

“I have to go now.” She turned towards the open door.

Fiyero sat up, and his expression turned serious. “Fae, stop all this. When have you ever done anything you didn’t want to? You can get out of this. Leave.”

I was leaving until you woke up…She raised her voice to not only expose her frustration, but more importantly, to confidently convince herself that her plan of action was indeed the proper decision. “Why? Why should I? What do I have to lose? I don’t have a family, I don’t have friends, and I don’t have a soul. I have nothing to be afraid of. Why should I stay here with you when I could be fighting my cause?”

“Because I love you.”

There it was. The words neither of them dared say. The words Fiyero had wanted to say since the first time he talked to her in her apartment. The words he wanted to say every night he spent with her; every time he made love to her.

Elphaba was paralyzed with shock, anger, and, above all else, absolute, overflowing joy. Her heart swelled with happiness and love. Yes, she did love him, but she would never say it. He would be killed. So instead, she slammed the door and rigidly walked over to the bed. She just stared at him intently, struggling between her heart and her head.

Fiyero, still propped up in bed, stared into her eyes, silently pleading with her to accept his words. His whole body lay still, the suspense causing inconspicuous beads of sweat on his brow.

After many seconds that seemed to roll into an eternity, she let out a sigh and sat beside him, lovingly running her fingers through his hair with an adoring smile on her face. “If it means that much to you, I’ll stay.” She lightly kissed his forehead.

Reveling in her tender touch, he smiled with relief written on his face and visible in his muscles. “You’re not going to kick me out later for convincing you to stay, are you?”

A small grin danced on her face. “There’s no place I’d rather be, my Yero.” Without another word, she slid her slender body under the sheets, as he kissed her deeply, leaning her back on the pillows. They didn’t know what would come of tomorrow, but for today, they had each other; and that’s all that mattered.

Wandering Eyes

Dr. Dillamond strolled into class, instructing all students to take their seats. Accompanying Glinda around the room to greet all of her admirers, Fiyero managed to put on his charming smile and wave while desperately trying to direct Glinda to their desks in the back of the room with his hand gently supporting the small of her back.

Sitting down, Glinda gave him a quick peck on the lips and took out her pink notebook and fluffy pen, diligently noting all her necessities to purchase and music to play for the upcoming party at the Oz Dust.

Meanwhile, Fiyero tried his hardest to focus on the lecture, but being out of practice for so long, his mind and eyes wandered elsewhere. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of her hand moving quickly against the paper in an attempt to get all her thoughts down before they drifted off. His eyes were drawn to her like a magnetic force; had he wanted to tear his eyes away, his attempts would have been in vain. He slowly ran his eyes over her entire form, noticing the way she tucked one leg carelessly behind the other, how her smooth fingers tightly clutched the pen; he studied each of her long, precisely curved fingernails, longing to leave a kiss on each one. His eyes gradually moved up her body, past her slender arm and long neckline with her naturally flowing hair tucked neatly behind her ear except for one stray strand of hair that fell against her pristine skin on her face.

Fiyero felt an unfamiliar and wonderful feeling consume his chest as he observed her in her natural environment; like he was capturing her with all of her walls down, revealing her whole self. He lightly smiled, noticing how she bit her lip and arched her brow in concentration. It was in these moments, these spontaneous, random moments when he found her looking less than perfect, that he realized just how much he loved her; just how perfect her imperfections really were. Just for this moment, she had no façade, no stress of the fellow students judging her every move; she could just be. Nothing made him happier.

“Fiyero? Fiyero, what are you staring at, dearest? Is something wrong?”

“Huh? Oh! No, of course not. I was just…um…thinking.” Fiyero tapped his finger on his desk nervously, hoping she wouldn’t question him.

Glinda dropped her pen. “Thinking? Of what?”

Oh Shiz. “Of….of you. Always of you.” He smiled warmly. “I can’t wait to twirl you around at the Oz Dust tomorrow night. You’ll be the hit of the party.” He flashed his brilliant set of flawless teeth, holding his breath in anticipation of her response.

Glinda giggled and hit his shoulder playfully. “No, I won’t.”

Fiyero exhaled and leaned in. “Yes, you will.” Glinda felt his lips barely touch her skin as he kissed her lightly on her cheek.

Glinda just smiled, satisfied with his answer, and went back to her party planning.

Fiyero again let his mind wander to more meaningful things. His eyes gravitated towards her yet again. Her presence brought back memories of his first day at Shiz, on the way to history class. How vividly he remembered that fateful day. He was hypnotized by her words and intoxicated by her glowing presence. Their immediate spark; the unspoken attraction; the thrill of desire. He recalled just wanting to take her in his arms and breathe her in, never letting go. He fell in love with her forceful attitude and her breathtaking beauty the second he laid eyes on her. And now, only a few months later, he studied the stunning woman beside him, with her perfectly pleated skirt, matching accessories, and flawless features, and knew without a doubt in his mind who he could never live without, who he wanted to spend the rest of his days with.

Just then, Dr. Dillamond dismissed class, disrupting Fiyero’s thoughts yet again. Without bothering to wait for Glinda, Fiyero ran to the front of the room, fumbling past all of the students, calling Elphaba’s name. He got to the front of the room, whipping his head in all directions, hoping to sopt his vision in green. But it was too late. She had left like a fleeting ghost, slipping through his fingers again, only to remain a memory of what could have been.

He Loves Her So

Glinda charged as fast as her heels could carry her, every breath causing more pain as her tears, threatening to cascade down her cheeks and burn her flawless features, blurred her vision. She ran recklessly through the halls, colliding into guards and stumbling over emerald carpets. Her heart felt like it would rip from her chest at any moment, and the overwhelming anger and devastation escalated with every step of her fragile heel. Replaying the recent event in her mind—seeing how she looked at him; hearing his words; how he didn’t even try to justify the situation—just made her nauseous. His words echoed in her head. “I’m going with her...” How could they betray her like this? How could she be so blind? What did she do wrong? A loud sob escaped her mouth as she recalled every miniscule detail, how foolish she must’ve looked. She covered her mouth to silence the uncontrollable cries.

You’re almost there. Your room is just around the corner.

Glinda took a sharp turn around the corner and had every intention of locking herself in her room and crying into her pillow until all was forgotten. Instead, her body was brought to an abrupt halt when she crashed into a man roaming the palace halls. Without laying eyes on his face, she simply muttered an “Excuse me, sir,” with a cracked voice and pushed past him without second consideration.

Just when she thought she was free, the man took her by the shoulders, forcing her to look at him. Scanning the person before her, she immediately noticed his salt and pepper hair, broad build, and chiseled features. After some deliberation, she estimated him to be around forty and wondered why she had never noticed him in the palace before.

“Excuse me, your Goodness. I know it is none of my business, but are you alright?”

“I…I…” Glinda bit her quivering lip. She could not fall apart. Not now. Swallowing hard, she let out a sniffle before she spoke. “Who are you?”

“Oh, how rude of me. My name is Chuffrey Dalton. I’m here lobbying for Animal rights. I’ve had much success and influence with other government officials, so the Wizard could not afford to turn me away. Couldn’t have that on his wonderful record, now could he?” He flashed a mischievous, knowing grin that produced a small smile on Glinda’s face and a comfortable feeling in her heart. There was just something about him…

“Your Goodness, please. Humor an old man. Is there anything I can do? You look so hurt. You shouldn’t be alone when you’re in so much pain. Please let me help…or at least let me beat the bastard that made you feel this way.”

Fiyero… The thought of Fiyero made all her emotions come rushing forward again, filling her heart with tears that flooded over, one after the other, forming a stream of anguish on her face. Chuffrey’s heart sank at her despondent nature, and with two giant steps he reached Glinda and took her in his arms, holding her as tight as he could without hurting her, hoping that his firm grip would protect her from any further harm. Her sobs were soon muffled against Chuffrey’s chest, and she melted into his form, letting him be her strength for the time being as she cried for all her wasted time, all her mistakes, all her loneliness and pain.

After a significant amount of time wrapped in Chuffrey’s tight embrace, his arms rubbing her back soothingly, Glinda’s breathing slowed and the tears subsided. There was something nice about the way he held her; the warmth of his body, the protective shell of his arms—it was like nothing bad could ever touch her. He seemed to genuinely care. Reluctantly, she pulled away, streams of mascara plastered on her face and makeup stained on Chuffrey’s shirt.

*Sniff* “Oh Oz, look what I did! Chuffrey, I’m sorry! I must look like such emotional basket case. I’m normally much better, it’s just…just...my fian…” Just as she was about to pour her heart out to this man, she looked into his eyes, full of compassion, and suddenly, the rest of the world went away. Nothing else mattered—not her faulty politics, not her broken engagement, nothing. The kindness and concern in his eyes made her heart pound. Fiyero never looked at me like that.

“You okay? Where did you go just now?”

Oh Shiz, he’s talking to me. What did he just say? What was I saying? “Oh never mind, let me get that cleaned for you.” She touched her cheek and swollen eyes and saw black mascara on her fingers. “Oz, I’m such a mess! I must look positively hideodeous!” She began frantically whipping her head in all directions, searching for something to wipe her face or somewhere to run, but Chuffrey never let go of her hand.

Placing one hand on her cheek, he rubbed the makeup away with his thumb as he tried to make her relax. “Your Goodness…”

She cringed. “Please, call me Glinda.”

Although they had just met, and under somber circumstances no less, Chuffrey could not suppress the large smile on his face or the happiness that consumed him as he prepared to taste her name on his lips. “Glinda… please calm down.” He tucked a stray hair gently behind her ear and stared deep into her eyes, hoping beyond all hope that she would see his sincerity. “You look beautiful. Truly—naturally— beautiful. Running mascara and all.”

She took a deep breath and a small grin danced on her face. “Thank you...for everything. Really, Chuffrey. I’m so happy I ran into you. I don’t know what I would’ve done had you not stopped me.”

“Believe me. It was my pleasure. Anytime you need a shoulder to cry on or someone to listen, I’d be happy to be the person to hold you.” Fighting the urge to lean down and leave a soft kiss on her cheek, Chuffrey instead just smiled warmly, eyes staring into hers with longing. “I better let you get some sleep.”

As he was about to walk away, Glinda reached out and yelled to him. “Wait!”

“Yes?” Chuffrey’s insides were turning with anticipation of what might come next.

Her voice softened to a shy whisper. “How…how long will you be staying at the palace?”

“Well, I plan on...”

“BOMP!” His words were suddenly interrupted by an intercom message from the Wizard’s Press Secretary for Glinda the Good, ordering that she appear at an accident site in Munchkinland immediately.

Glinda covered her mouth in horror, shaking her head slowly at her realization. “Oh no… what have I done…”

Chuffrey ran to her side. “Glinda, what’s wrong? What is it? You look like you’ve just seen Osma!”

“Nessa…Nessarose Thropp…she’s in danger. I have to go to her!” Glinda went to bolt, but Chuffrey caught her.

“I’m coming with you.” He held on to her arms tightly with both hands, his face panic stricken.

Glinda froze in her tracks. It was like she was having déjà vu. I’m going with her. She recognized the look in his eyes. “No, you can’t! It’s too dangerous.”

“Glinda, let me help you.”

“Oh Chuffrey, you’ve been amazing through all of this. I can’t thank you enough, but I can’t let you take this risk. You must stay here.” Her features again drooped at the thought of leaving him.

“We will see each other again, won’t we?”

This time it was Glinda’s turn to offer comfort. Placing her hand on the bottom of his cheek, her fingers resting on his neck, she spoke low so that only he could hear. “Of course, dear. I’ll be back in a tick tock. Nothing would make me happier than to see you again.”

As she turned to leave, she heard Chuffrey’s voice full of concern. “Be safe.”

After all of the emotional turmoil of the night, her heart swelled with joy from his short request, and her smile beamed. “I’ll see you when I get back.”

And with that she was off in her bubble, ready to face the challenges that lie ahead.

Winter Warmth

“Aaaaa CHOOO!” Grabbing a tissue, Elphaba tried to put on a healthy front for the others so she could go and enjoy the ski trip. There was no way she was getting sick. Not on the first day. Come hell or high water, she was going to have some fun.

Keeping her distance, Glinda spoke in disbelief. “Elphie, you cannot go out like this! I mean, you look positively awful!” Glinda cupped her mouth in ghastly horror. “What are you thinking? That ski jacket does absolutely NOTHING for your figure! Honestly, someone could see you! Thank Oz, you have me to set you straight.”

As Glinda rummaged her closet for something more suitable for Elphaba to wear, Fiyero came up to Elphaba, taking off her jacket as he spoke. “Well, Glinda is right about one thing. You cannot go out like this. Elphaba, you’re sick. You need to stay here and keep warm.”

She faked the biggest smile she could muster and stood tall, hoping her façade would pass the test. She refused to miss the experience of going outside and having fun with friends without the stress of disgusted stares and pointed fingers. Being covered from head to toe in heavy winter clothes did, in fact, have its advantages. “No, really. I’m fine! I feel gre—ACHOO—great.”*sniff*

Fiyero snorted. “Oh yeah, you sound great.”

Elphaba glared at him with daggers. “Fiyero Tiggular, you will give me my jacket this instant! I am going skiing whether you like it or not!” She reached for her jacket, but Fiyero raised his arm as high as he could, forcing Elphaba to stand on her tippy toes, the anger building with every inch she had to stretch her arm to grab the coat.

Fiyero hated seeing her mad, but he did love this little game. He dangled the garment in the air and stuck his tongue out at her playfully when she finally gave up the battle for her ski jacket. “I’m sorry, Elphaba, but you can’t even get through a full sentence without sneezing. You need to rest.”

Taking a deep breath to compose herself, she responded in the sweetest voice she could muster, but ended up sounding hoarse and congested. “Fiyero, my dear friend, I appreciate your concern, but I promise you on every book I own that I am perfectly—ACHOO— well.”Oz Damnit.

Fiyero crossed his arms over his chest and grinned. “Yep, you’re right. Healthy as a horse.” He chuckled with amusement. “Should I collect those books now or later?”

Glinda poked her head in the room. “Guys! Come on! Let’s hit the slopes! I can’t wait to try out my new pink rhinestone skis!”

Fiyero gave Elphaba an apologetic glance as she rolled her eyes and flopped her gangly frame on the sofa, staring out the window at the blankets of snow covering the majestic mountains.

“Fiyero, dearest! What are you waiting for? Let’s go! Bye, Elphie! We’ll see you later!” Glinda took Fiyero’s arm and pulled him out the door.

Before the door was slammed shut, Fiyero managed to poke his head in and offer some sweet sentiments. “Elphaba, I really do hope you feel better. If there is anything I can do, anything you need, don’t hesitate to call.” He frowned when she didn’t acknowledge his words. She simply faced the window with her head resting in her hands. He continued with a discouraged tone. “Bye…”

When she heard the door shut, Elphaba mumbled and looked around the room for something to read, hoping to pass the time as fast as possible. After searching for twenty minutes, a ski magazine was the only product. She opened to a random page, but was asleep within minutes. It amazed her how magazines such as this one could hold the bubbly blonde’s attention for such a significant amount of time.

About an hour later, Elphaba woke to the sound of someone in the kitchen. Before she could get up, Fiyero came walking through the door carrying a tray of chicken noodle soup.

“Hey there, Sleeping Beauty.” Beauty indeed.

“Fiyero, what are you doing here? Where is everyone else?”

He set the tray down on the table in front of her. “I wanted to make sure you were okay. I hated leaving you here by yourself with nothing to do. This is your ski trip, too. You deserve some fun…or at least company.”

Elphaba did a mental jawdrop. He came back to stay with ME?! “Oh, you really don’t have to do that. You should go out skiing. You need to enjoy the trip! And besides, I’m busy ….um…reading.” She quickly picked up the magazine she had tossed aside and raised it up to show him.

He took the magazine in his hands and flipped through the pages, speaking in a monotone voice. “Sounds fascinating.”

“Okay, so maybe it’s not the most thought-provoking piece of reading material, but I’ll manage here. You should go catch up with the others. I mean, someone needs to document Glinda Upland braving the slippery slopes in her bedazzled skis.”

He let out a full laugh. “I think I’ll spare myself from the hassle. See, you’d be doing me a favor by letting me hide out here with you, away from all the commotion. So, what do ya say? Can I stay?”

Sighing dramatically, she pretended to look serious. “I guess so. I mean, I think I can suffer through your presence for a few hours. After all, it’s for a good cause.”

“Look at you. Always a martyr for your causes. Incredible.”

She couldn’t conceal her cackle. She had to admit, she enjoyed his company immensely. Maybe this trip wouldn’t be so bad after all.

She leaned back resting her elbow on a pillow. “So what are your plans now that skiing isn’t an option?”

“Well, first I’m thinking I’ll raise the temperature in here. Oz, it’s colder than an igloo. No wonder you’re sick.” He threw some blankets on the sofa. “Then, I plan on force feeding you this soup because I know you won’t be cooperative and just eat it. That’s not your style.” He winked and walked up to the thermostat. “Once every drop of your soup is gone, I have a surprise for you. But ONLY if you eat all of your dinner, young lady.” He put on an authoritative expression.

Elphaba’s eyes lit up like a small child on Lurlinemas. “A present?! For me?” Why do I have butterflies all of a sudden? Did my voice just go up an octave?

“I don’t know….you’ll have to find out.” Wow. Even sick, she looks radiant. Oz, I wish I could cause that happiness in her every day.

Elphaba inhaled her soup and waited for her surprise. When Fiyero came back, he had one hand behind his back and another holding a box of matches. “Well, it appears as though the heater is broken, so I got some matches to light a fire. Alright Miss Thropp, a deal is a deal. You want your surprise?”

She nodded eagerly, reaching out her hands. Looking inside the bag, she gasped when she laid eyes on a brand new novel. “Fiyero! You are my hero! If I have to read another one of Glinda’s magazines I think I’ll explode.” She removed the book and immediately began skimming the pages.

He smiled at her reaction. “I figured you could never have enough books, especially when you’re sick. It’s a romance novel. I hear they’re addicting. You like it?”

“I love it!” She stopped herself for a second. Her expression became puzzled as she absorbed this new development. He bought me a present…a book. He went out of his way to do something nice for me. Me…the green freak.

“Elphaba, is everything alright? If you’re not into fluff, I can buy you a different book. I’ll just run to the store and bu—”

“No! Fiyero, that’s not it at all.” She looked him directly in the eye and spoke with the utmost sincerity. “It’s perfect. No one has ever bought me something like this before. I guess…well I just mean…I just wanted to say…that you...I mean…um…thank you.”

Fiyero placed his hand tenderly on hers and smiled, loving the glimmer in her eyes. “I was happy to. You deserve it, Elphaba. You’re one of the best friends I’ve ever had.” He was lost in her deep brown eyes. How he longed to express just how much she meant to him. He came out of his thoughts and cleared his throat. “Now, do you want me to read some of it to you?”

Elphaba got wide-eyed. “Really?!”

“Sure, why not? People say my voice is top-notch. Sort of like that Nobert Butz fellow.” He chuckled and beckoned her to join him on his end of the couch.

Elphaba raised her eyebrow inquisitively. “Norbert, huh? This I gotta see.”

As Fiyero turned the pages, Elphaba inched closer and closer until she eventually was snuggled up against him under the blankets, reading along as he spoke. He really did have an amazing voice, almost mesmerizing. Fiyero draped one arm around her, pulling her closer against his body, treasuring the simple moment that somehow made his heart jump to his throat. It was quite the rush for an innocent gesture, and they both secretly reveled in it.

It was indeed very cold in the dark cabin. Even with the fire, the two nestled next to each other under layers of blankets. However, the blankets and fire were soon unnecessary. Although neither one would admit it, they both felt their bodies generate heat of their own at the physical contact.

The entire time Fiyero was reading, he couldn’t help but take in the scent of her hair and the feel of her skin on his. He wanted so badly to kiss her, but he knew that would make her uncomfortable. She couldn’t possibly have feelings for me. She’s too sensible to be interested in a spoiled prince. She deserves someone who can take care of her; someone who will treat her like the goddess she is. But…I could be that guy. I would do anything for her.

In the middle of his thoughts, he paused for a few seconds, and he found Elphaba staring up at him with her auburn eyes, waiting for him to continue. “And? What happens next, Mr. Butz?” She giggled.

Oz she is breathtaking. Say something, you idiot.

“Well, it is a love story, so why don’t you tell me?”

Her mischievous expression faded. “I would if I could. I’m not exactly an expert in that department.”

“Oh really? Well, that is unacceptable. I guess we’ll have to change that, won’t we?” He playfully nudged her, but Fiyero’s words sent shivers throughout Elphaba’s entire body and caused her to move away slightly.

Elphaba’s anxious reaction was all the resistance Fiyero needed. Without another word, he continued where they had left off in their story and did not stop until he reached “happily ever after.”

When Elphaba did not react to the ending, Fiyero looked down and found her fast asleep on his shoulder. Hmm…maybe my voice isn’t that great after all…

Elphaba stirred in her sleep, tugging the blanket up to her chin and curling her body to Fiyero’s frame. This moment, this simple, pure, beautiful moment moved Fiyero and melted his heart. A new wave of a strange tingling sensation engulfed his chest. He wasn’t sure what exactly this feeling was, but he did know that he never wanted it to end. Moving on instinct and desire, Fiyero leaned down to innocently leave a gentle kiss on her forehead. Fiyero’s lips were no more than an inch from her head when Elphaba’s eyes blinked open and grew wide as they registered Fiyero’s lips so close to hers. Neither said a word; they simply stared at each other, unable to pull away. Fiyero’s body grew cold as he imagined all the possible scenarios that could happen right now, all of which ended in him getting slapped. But he couldn’t move his face away from hers. His brain screamed for him to move, give her space; but his heart—his heart had found it’s other half and wasn’t about to let go. Other than the crackling of the burning fire that left a luminescent glow around Elphaba’s already radiant form, silence and darkness possessed the cabin.

Elphaba could feel her heart pounding against her chest, longing for her to close the distance between them. Imagine both of their surprise when Elphaba slowly inched closer to his lips, tilting her head ever so slightly. Fiyero, although absorbed in trying to avoid making her uncomfortable, was not dense. He smiled big as he followed her lead, drawing his lips closer and delicately making contact. Their kiss started off slow and tender, both of them savoring every second as if it were their last. Fiyero moved his arms securely around her, holding her close, while Elphaba held his head in her hands, tangling her fingers in his thick soft hair as their kisses grew in passion, igniting a new fire in the cabin.

The couple lost all track of time, cherishing every caress and kiss, not rushing one bit of their time together. They ardently expressed all their built up tension as the fire burned inside them and the glow of the cabin fire died into a pile of speckled orange neon ashes in the darkness. When they regretfully separated, they lay in each other’s arms, drifting off to sleep with wide grins on their faces. They both couldn’t help but silently agree that maybe this ski trip wasn’t going to be such an uneventful vacation after all.

There are so many things I wanted to change to this before posting it, but frankly, it's late and I'm tired, so I'm just posting it.

Common Bonds

He observed from the shadows, camouflaging his beige silage body in the dead underbrush around him. His mind was exploding with memories, and emotions he once thought exanimate, again stirred within him and consumed his broken heart.

Pushing some branches to the side to improve his line of vision, his whole body seemed to warm when his button eyes recognized certain idiosyncrasies in the figure before him that could only belong to her; a treasured collection of traits targeted to the most beloved person ever to touch his heart. The way she wrapped her gangly arms securely around her body when talking to strangers; how she would bite her lip when she was embarrassed or trying not to smile. With each displayed quirk, his curiosity for the person standing just a few short feet away from him amplified and made his heart swell with hope.

He beamed as visions of her face flashed through his mind, flooding his heart and quenching a drought inside him that had been torturing him for the last fifteen years. Could it be? After all these years...I need to know. I have to get a closer look. Slowly lifting his insubstantial body off the ground, he wobbled from around the bushes, exposing himself to the revealing rays of sun that shone on him like a spotlight, thereby making an inconspicuous appearance nearly impossible.

The boy heard the rustling of leaves and straw and turned to lay eyes on his mysterious, yet familiar, straw spectator standing directly in the sunlight. There was just something different about him; something he hadn’t noticed before. He stopped what he was doing and became hypnotized by the struggling, yet loose, fluid movement of the scarecrow. Although he walked with lumbering strides, his movements were rhythmic and relaxed, with his shoulders in perfect posture as his arms swung back and forth beside him. While it seemed absurd to even consider or compare this straw man to anyone he had met before, the boy couldn’t help but recall going through those exact flowing motions himself. Why does he seem so familiar…

Fiyero absorbed every minuscule detail as the boy’s face turned and came into view. That wavy black hair that reminded him so much of her own thick locks that cascaded down her back. Those unmistakable ocean blue eyes—his eyes. My eyes? No, I must be going crazy. He couldn’t be… There was no denying the boy’s long, lanky features that were a mirror to hers; yet, his face—his chiseled jaw line, round nose, wide chin—was an ink spot of his…well, his old one anyway.

The scarecrow was now almost in touching distance and his worn features protruded from his cloth face, as if the human in him was pressing against the fabric, pushing to get out of the cage of thread and fodder. Liir squinted to see the man behind the mask, and although staring into blue button eyes, he could’ve sworn he saw himself in the crystal mirrors looking back at him. He would’ve given anything to have had a father growing up. Maybe it’s not too late…Oh stop! Who am I kidding? This is a SCARECROW, not a man, much less a FATHER! Snap out of it! But…he just seems…connected somehow…

Taking his last few steps, the scarecrow quivered and breathed heavily with nerves and exhaustion from the brief walk from the bushes. He stopped in front of the boy and immediately froze in place. If there was any more doubt, the small, but defined single blue diamond where the boy’s neck met his shoulder gave Fiyero all the evidence he needed. Fiyero’s body was trembling with excitement; life was again running through his veins at the thought of having a piece of her near him; a piece of them near him.

The two stared at each other, both taking in the revelation upon them and searching for the words to say. After much disregarded silence, Fiyero looked away, gaining the courage to speak. He turned again to face Liir and spoke low, his voice overflowing with emotion. “Did you…did you love her?”

Liir blinked in disbelief, clearly not expecting the question to which he never before dared utter the answer. Without missing a beat, he cleared his throat and answered full of confidence. “More than anything.” He paused, debating on whether to ask the question pressing on his mind; his final confirmation after a life of uncertainty. “Did you?”

Fiyero lightly chuckled at the absurdity of the question. To him, loving her was a given; it never needed to be questioned. But now that it had been, his features grew serious, yet his mouth smiled warmly. “With every fiber of my being. I still do, and I always will.”

The two men exchanged a knowing smile, taking comfort in the fact that they were no longer alone. As they continued their journey with a new hope and a lasting bond, forever preserving her memory and love, they forgot all ambiguity of their future, and simply basked in the promise of a family.

^ That story needs a sequal. A family is complete with the Mommy!

The ICBH

^ Or another daddy if we're being politically correct here. Though I'm not saying Fiyero should have a male lover We all know we want Elphaba... Though a family can be made out of any group of people actually... Anyway.

G... You touched something inside of me with that.

That strong instant connection between the two of them was illustrated beautifully.

I actually teared up a little.

You should turn this into a full fledged fic!

It could be interesting!

I mean... I'm picturing Elphaba not in the picture for this... and it just being a fic about Fiyero and Liir's relationship... But whatever floats your boat.

- passionate

I don't know about a sequel, ICBH. I think I've written one sequel too many. Never again. Thanks for reviewing, you two! I really appreciate it! Okay...it's late, this is long, and you are about to read a perfect example of cheese with a captial C. You have been warned...

A Well Deserved Day

“Bright?! She’s phosphorescent!”

Elphaba’s body began shaking with rage as the students erupted in roars of laughter, and her eyes fell on one Galinda Upland. Standing tall with her head held high in a regal fashion, Galinda, dressed in her perfectly pleated, pristine white outfit, straight from Oz’s top designer, tossed her golden curls and positioned them perfectly into place, giggling as the other students sang her praises. Watching her ego escalate as the students fawned over her and fulfilled her every whim, Elphaba had never hated her more and had the strongest urge to rip her pale body limb from limb.

Instead, she ignored the additional remarks about her skin from Galinda and her demonic minions, took a deep breath, and wheeled Nessa out of class, squeezing the handle bars to expend some frustration. Once in the fresh air Elphaba sat by Nessa and read a book to calm herself. Not five minutes passed by before Elphaba’s eyes glanced above the pages to witness a group of students snickering and pointing fingers, tensing the second they noticed Elphaba’s death stare burning like flames on their silhouettes.

Elphaba could feel herself trembling, the anger building inside and boiling over. As if it had a mind of it’s own she found her body leaving her spot next to Nessa and charging up to the students and screaming in their faces. “What are you all looking at? Oh...is there something in my teeth?”

The students just exchanged glances and looked at Elphaba like she was some nut just released from Southstairs. Elphaba bit her lip at their silent mockery and kept her battlefront strong. “No, I’m not seasick; yes I’ve always been green; no, I did not eat grass as a chi—“

“Elphaba!” Nessa caught her sister mid-sentence, yanked her arm, and whipped her around violently, forgetting that her arm was, in fact, attached to the rest of her body. “What in Oz’s name do you think you’re doing?!”

“I...”

“Look at all the people staring! You promised things would be different!”

“Yeah, but...”

“Elphaba, you can be such a selfish little witch. This is my chance to finally be normal, finally be happy, and you’re messing it up! You’re always messing everything up!”

“Nessa, I...”

“Do you honestly think you would get to do half of the things you’ve experienced if not for me? Do you think father would’ve actually let you come here? You say you don’t like all the jokes and pointed fingers, yet you do a fantastic job of drawing attention to yourself, don’t you? You want to know what I think? I think you like it. I think you’re happy to be the freak show. True, people won’t be your friend or like you, but at least you’re one of the most talked about students on campus!”

Elphaba felt like she would have a mild stroke at any moment. She just sat there, completely paralyzed in pain.

“Oh? Nothing to say? Well, that’s a first. Elphaba, I swear to Oz if you do anything to jeopardize my chances at a normal life here, I will never speak to you again. I’m tired of being in your shadow, of always being “the green freak’s sister.” I want them to see me for a change, Oz damnit!” She took a breath before continuing in a softer tone. “Don’t you love me at all? Don’t you want me to be happy?”

She answered in a low, meek tone. “Of course I do.”

With venom in her voice, Nessa quickly responded, “Then, do us all a favor and go away. Just leave me alone!” And without waiting for a response, Nessa turned and wheeled herself away, leaving her sister trampled in the dust.

Elphaba would’ve tried to stop her had she not been so utterly dumbfounded; Elphaba would’ve tried to call her name, had she not been fighting back hot tears and choking on loud sobs; Elphaba would’ve tried anything to mend her sister’s heart had she not had the arduous task of picking up her own pieces of her heart smashed to bits on the ground before her.

As feeling came back into her body, she realized people were still crowded around the aftermath of a scene she was sure was quite the scandalacious spectacle and figured it was best to go somewhere to collect her thoughts.

After a few minutes of walking aimlessly, Elphaba settled down on a bridge overlooking a lake surrounded by plants and flowers of all sorts. With her feet dangling over the edge of the bridge, she tried desperately to let the serenity of the lake clear her mind. Before long, the perfectly smooth surface was upset with ripples of tears falling one by one into the mass of water, erasing all evidence that they were ever shed. Elphaba had never felt so alone or lost in her entire life. Nessa was her companion, her only reason for living. She owed her life to Nessa, and now, she felt like she had nothing but the caustic words of her peers and sister constantly replaying in her mind. Just as she felt a new wave of tears about to flood down her face, she froze when she registered an unfamiliar hand on her shoulder.

“Elphaba?”

Her eyes stared at the hand gently gripping her shoulder and traveled up along his arm until she laid eyes upon his face, his perfectly sculpted face that looked a lot like Fiyero’s.

No. No, that’s not really him. That’s not really his hand touching my shoulder...because if it is...that means he sees my face all wet and swollen with tears and...Oh sweet Oz, I want to die.

“Fiyero!” Elphaba jumped, wiping her face furiously while trying to hide the blush that ignited all throughout her body.

Seeing her so uncomfortable and startled, Fiyero removed his hand and sat down beside her, trying to calm her down. “Whoa! Hey, it’s just me. I’m not going to hurt you. What are you doing out here?”

She took a deep breath and shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly, wearing her best mask of sarcasm. “Oh, you know. Just hanging out. Working on my tan. The usual. What are you doing out here? This isn’t exactly one of Oz’s hot spots.”

Shiz, why is my heart racing so fast?! And why do I wish his hand was still on my shoulder? Calm down, Elphaba! Be smooth. Just talk to him a few minutes, and he’ll be on his way.

He let out a full laugh. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. But despite its lack of trendiness, it’s one of my favorite places to be. It’s beautiful with all of its untainted charm, its undiscovered secrets. It gives me an escape; you know, time to think and reflect...sort of like what you were doing until I approached you.” He winked, giving her a playful smile.

Elphaba looked at him incredulously.

“What!? If you can tan, I can certainly think!” He nudged her teasingly, revealing his shining white teeth through his signature smile.

Despite herself, Elphaba let a cackle slip, and Fiyero watched carefully, attempting to preserve this moment in his mind as her laugh lit up her whole face and her smile stretched ear to ear. She really is beautiful...

Elphaba cupped her mouth shut, giving Fiyero an apologetic look and quickly recovering with banter of her own. “So, looks like the Prince has a few secrets of his own, huh? Does anyone know you come here and ...think?”

“No, only you.” His face was serious and full of meaning.

“I see...well, I’m willing to keep your secret as long as you don’t tell anyone that this gorgeous tan skin of mine isn’t natural.” A mischievous grin crept on her face as she kicked her dangling legs back and forth over the water and looked up him.

“It’s a deal, Miss Thropp.” He shook her hand, and, without releasing it, continued seriously. “But just so you know, I like your skin just the way it is.”

Her head shot up at him and looked him in the eyes to see his sincerity, even a look of...adoration?

Oh, stop it. He doesn’t feel anything. It’s all in your head. Just because he makes your stomach fill with butterflies and your heart pound in your chest and your palms all sweaty, doesn’t mean you have the same effect on him! Now, stop staring at him like an idiot!

Sweet Oz, look at those eyes. She’s enchanting. How do people not see how great she is? Well, if she’s Oz’s best kept secret, I’m not sharing her with anyone. I wonder why she was so upset before. How I wish I could hold her, just stay with her forever on this bridge and never leave... Shiz, I hope she doesn’t notice my sweaty palms. She must think I’m an idiot staring at her like this. Stop staring and say something, Tiggular!

But the two remained still, eyes locked on the other’s, neither wanting to move or speak or do anything to disrupt their moment together.

Finally, Elphaba made an effort to keep the conversation going. “So...what did you come out here to think about?”

Fiyero shook himself out of his trance and tried to formulate an answer before she noticed he was still gazing at her. “Oh...um...well...” He gave up. “Honestly? I don’t remember. Life, I guess. Trying to figure out my priorities and what would make me truly happy with my life.”

Elphaba did a mental jaw drop. “You’re not happy?! What more could you want? You have everything!”

He shook his head. “I have nothing but a title.”

Elphaba suddenly realized they were still holding hands, and she gave his hand a squeeze. “Fiyero...that’s not true and you know it. Everyone loves you.”

“They love the title and money that comes with me. None of them, not even my own girlfriend, knows the real me. My title is as much of a label as your skin. It doesn’t define us, yet people insist on treating us as such. If they would bother to look past the surface and get to know us, they would find much more substance; they would see that you and I have a lot more in common than they thought.”

Elphaba was speechless. After a lifetime of loneliness, this one man walks in on her solitary life and reads her like a book. Her stomach was in knots as she deciphered whether this nauseous feeling was somehow positive or if she should give warning and prepare for an upheaval. A sense of relief and security eased her mind and filled her heart with a tingling, warm sensation she did not recognize as she listened to and observed the man before her.

“What? Did I do something wrong?”

“No, of course not. It’s just...no one has ever done that, has ever explained it like that. No one has ever understood before.” She smiled. “Thank you.”

“I guess that thinking thing is really paying off, wouldn’t you say?” he chuckled lightly before finally removing his hand from hers and continuing. “Look, I know it’s none of my business, but you seemed upset before I came over here. Is there anything I can do?”

Her body stiffened and turned a darker shade of green. “Oh no. Really, I’m fine. I just needed to escape for a little while. I’m really okay, Fiyero.”

Gently placing his fingers on her chin, he moved her head to face his until their foreheads were almost touching. Elphaba swallowed hard, unable to control her eyes from shutting when he touched her cheek with his thumb and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Elphaba, it’s okay to be upset. You don’t have to be so strong all the time. I heard about what happened with Nessa, and you don’t deserve to be treated that way.”

She stood up suddenly, his words clearly exhuming fresh wounds, and began to pace along the wooden bridge beneath her. “No, it’s my fault; I brought it upon myself. I need to learn how to control my temper or I will never survive here. She’s right. I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for her; I would be nothing without her. She’s the only one who needs me and wants...I mean, wanted me.”

In that moment, something in Fiyero snapped. His voice filled with a mix of anger, sadness, determination, and compassion all rolled into one as his hands gripped both of her shoulders firmly. “Hey, you listen to me. You know that isn’t true. You are so much more than nothing with or without your sister. You’re everything, Elphaba.”

She looked into his eyes and saw pain, as if she had just stabbed him in the heart.

“You are absolutely wanted. You’re the smartest girl on campus, you’re driven, compassionate, and beautiful, and I’ll be damned if someone says otherwise or makes you feel less than the incredible person I see when I look at you. The selfish snobs at Shiz aren’t worthy of such a gift. You deserve to be happy with someone who will treasure you and love you and make you feel like the queen you truly are; someone who will smile when he pictures your face and light up at the sound of your voice. You deserve a man who will pamper you with little surprises just because he was thinking about you; someone who would drop everything he was doing just to hold you in his arms. You deserve someone who will kiss you before falling asleep each night and will tell you ‘I love you’ every morning. You deserve someone like...”

Me. Oh Shiz, you’ve really done it this time! Fiyero’s heart stopped as he realized what he had done; he began to panic. He had to finish his sentence, but he felt caught in a corner. He couldn’t tell her what was on the tip of his tongue, what he had been trying to say all along. Inching his face nearer to hers after every sentence, he now found himself drawn to her lips dangerously close to his and about to reveal a piece of information he had not yet admitted to himself, much less out loud to her.

“Fiyero? You okay? You don’t look so good. Maybe you should sit down...”

He let go of her and scrambled to find his bag and jacket. “I’m so sorry. I just realized I completely forgot I have to...um...be...somewhere. I should go.”

Her heart sank at his poor attempt to get away from her. “Oh...uh...okay. Bye, Fiyero...and thank you!” She yelled after him.

And just like that, he was gone. Elphaba turned and slouched down on the edge of the bridge, feeling somehow tricked into thinking she could actually have a few moments of pure happiness. Just as she was drifting away, getting lost in her thoughts, she heard footsteps behind her, and turned to find Fiyero standing before her once again, breathing heavily.

“Fiy—”

“I forgot to give you something.” He placed a simply wrapped package on the bridge next to her. “Happy Birthday, Elphaba.” Bending down to reach her face, he planted a sweet kiss on her cheek before flashing a smile, pausing for just a moment to take in the sight of her, and again leaving her, but this time, with a small surprise.

Elphaba put her palm on the wet skin where his lips touched her and fought the urge to giggle like a silly school girl. A present? How did he know it was my birthday? Why would he care?

A few moments passed before her curiosity got the better of her, and she carefully unwrapped the gift. She gasped when she absorbed the striking book before her. It appeared to be a journal; a beautifully embroidered journal with exquisite designs, made of the finest materials and taste. As she flipped through the pages, she noticed a page marked with a poppy. She opened to it and read the note that he meant for her eyes; written specifically with her in mind.

Dear Elphaba,
I know we haven’t known each other very long, but I really wanted to give you something on your birthday. Despite what the rest of Shiz may say, you really are an inspiring person, and I admire your courage and conviction more than you could possibly realize. In case I hindered your studies by ruining the book you hit me with after I nearly ran you over that day we met, here’s a replacement. I got it straight from the Vinkus, and I thought you might like it. I pray to Osma your birthday is everything you hoped it would be because you deserve it. Enjoy the journal.

Love, Your friend,
Sincerely,
Fiyero

Elphaba closed the book, holding it against her chest and letting his words linger in the air and ring in her mind. Gazing out into the solid crystal water as smooth as glass, and the fresh flowers in full bloom, she knew this would be a birthday she would never forget. She would cherish this one simple gesture and memory for as long as she lived. And maybe, if she was lucky and Fiyero was indeed correct, she just might get everything she deserved.

I couldn't find any stars so I am using four jams! I LOVED it. Especially he's speech. The exchange shows their connection and what makes Fiyeraba, Fiyeraba.

Thank you!

The ICBH

That.was.awesome. Can I just slap Nessa for acting like such a jerk when Elphaba already feels bad for her outburst? lol...and Fiyero...what can I say? He's perfection in every sense of the word!

Nessa's a meanie.

The tanning part made me chuckle.

A journey is the perfect gift! Elphaba is the queen of secrets, and Fiyero is the only one close enough to her to get her to expose those secrets. GREAT symbolism!



This part made me smile SO big

Fantastic oneshot G. You captured Elphaba's vulnerability when it comes to love spot on.

- passionate

Okay, to whoever is reading, sorry if this is confusing. It kind of goes back and forth a lot. I'm a little nervous about this one... Anyways, it's based on the song "Butterfly Kisses" by Bob Carlisle. A few of the lyrics are thrown in here and there.

Never in his life had he been so nervous. His hands were as cold as ice, and his stomach was in a ball of knots. The wedding began in ten minutes, and one would think she would be the anxious one. But no, she was as poised as could be. He couldn’t even think straight, but then again, his entire world was about to flip on him, so who could really blame him? Taking a deep breath and exhaling through his mouth, Fiyero straightened his tux, hand slowly turning the knob until he laid his shining blue eyes on the breathtaking woman before him. Her eyes sparkled like sapphire against her black lashes and fine pink lips, and her snow white skin glowed like a precious jewel, accentuated by her loose curls of ebony silk parading over her shoulders down her back. Her long neck held her head high, always portraying a calm, yet confident manner that left everyone she encountered breathless.

Admiring her elegant dress in the mirror, reflecting on how her life was about to change, she smiled to herself, unaware of the person behind her. A tear rolled down his cheek as he caught her smile; a gentle curve that never ceased to melt his heart. As he stood there, afraid to move and disturb this precious moment, his memory replayed images of their past together in his head.

She was perfect. A vision of untainted beauty wrapped securely in his arms, protected from the rest of the world. Her pronounced features and angelic face took his breath away as he watched in silent admiration while she slept soundly under the soft cocoon of her blanket, only her head of thick, dark hair visible. He shifted his arm to reposition her, and she stirred against the unexpected movement, and her tiny mouth opened, yawning in exhaustion. As her little nose scrunched up and her full, pink lips smacked lightly against each other before settling down into a still posture, his heart was sold, and she would forever be his greatest creation. Fiyero knew he could never love anyone more than he loved this bundle in his arms—well, besides maybe her mother. He turned his head and sat down beside Elphaba, spent and happy with her beautiful baby girl. She rested a hand on his and squeezed it gently, then tucked the blankets tight around their daughter. Consumed with love for the two women in his life, he reached out and kissed his wife tenderly on the lips, then again on her forehead. He glanced down on his daughter’s sweet face, and he swore she opened her eyes and smiled at him. His own features lit up in a wide grin as he leaned down and nuzzled his nose lovingly on her face, brushing his eyelashes to hers in her first butterfly kiss.

Eyelids closed, blinking him back to the grown woman before him, looking like an angel in white encompassed by the glow of sunlight streaming through the window. Her waves of curls tumbled down her back, topped with a veil neatly resting on her head in a circle of little white flowers.

“Faster, Daddy, faster!” The little girl squealed with glee as Fiyero’s throat was constricted by her little hands wrapped tightly around his neck and her short legs squeezing his waist, but Fiyero didn’t mind. Her shrills of joy were music to his ears as he galloped through the fields of daisies with his little girl on his back. Even though the ride was over, she barely noticed as her eyes grew wide with excitement at the sea of ubiquitous flowers. With each new petal of white that came into view, her hands grew more and more restless, until she finally plucked their stems from the ground and climbed into her daddy’s lap.

“Here, Daddy. I made this for you.” Fiyero took the bouquet of daisies from her hand and wrapped his arm around her in a tight embrace. “Thanks, angel. They’re beautiful! But you know what would make these flowers even more beautiful?”

Her blue eyes lit up at the prospect of a new, fun idea or secret. “What!?” She tugged relentlessly on his arm. “Tell me! Tell me!”

His fingers skillfully began twisting and knotting the stems together as he spoke. “Well...I was thinking...since you are my little princess, I think...*ties another set of stems together* we should make it official.”

She cocked her head to the side, not all together thrilled with the anticlimax of her father ruining her specially picked bouquet. “How do we do that?”

“Well...” He worked on the thread of stems joined together and knotted the two ends to create a circle of white daisies. “Every princess...” He paused to adjust the flowers just right. “...deserves a crown.” Placing it in front of her face and hearing her gasp in delight, he then gently positioned it securely on her head and planted a kiss on her round cheek.

“Ew!” She scraped her palm cross her face and arched her top lip. “Daddy, your kisses are sloppy. I like Mommy’s kisses better.”

Pretending to look shocked and disheartened, Fiyero took her chin in his thumb and index finger and came nose to nose with her. “We can’t have the princess unhappy now, can we? I think I have a solution. But before I show you...just so you know...Mommy likes my kisses just fine.” He stuck his tongue out playfully, as she giggled shyly.

His neck twisted in each direction, his eyes on the lookout to make sure no one was eavesdropping on their secret.

“Okay, little one, instead of my sloppy kisses, as you so affectionately call them, we can do this instead.” Leaning down and pressing his face to hers, he blinked his eyes rapidly, letting his long eyelashes tickle her soft skin until she erupted into giggle fits.

“Daddy, *giggle* what are you doing!?”

Fiyero took advantage of her bright smile and grabbed her sides, running his fingers wildly over her stomach in a tickle attack. When he could see she was lying in the grass, unable to defend herself, he stopped and again brought his eyelashes to her face. “It’s called a butterfly kiss. It can be our special secret kiss. See, you just put your eyes really close to my face and blink as fast as you can.”

“No one would know? Not even Mommy?”

He smiled. “Not even Mommy.”

Without another word, she stood up on her knees, took Fiyero’s head in both hands, which were barely the size of each of his cheeks, brought her eyes to his, and gave him her first butterfly kiss.

“Dad? Hey, you there?” She waved a hand in front of his face, pulling him out of his precious memories.

His eyes were dazed and confused as he laid eyes on the bride before him, a clone of her mother, and realized where he was. “Huh? Oh yeah, of course I’m here.” He smiled softly. “You look stunning.”

She raised an eyebrow playfully and nudged his arm. “What were you thinking just now?”

“I’m not sure.” His eyes drifted down to his hands nervously. “I just feel like I’m losing my baby girl.” A lump clogged his throat, and burning sensations filled the back of his eyes, threatening to water up and topple over down his face.

Chuckling, she pulled him close and hugged him tight. “I’ll always be your little girl. I love you.” She fixed his tux and took his hand. “Walk me down the aisle, Daddy, it’s just about time.”

As the father and daughter began their journey with linked arms down the aisle, a million pictures clouded his mind, while the crowd looked past him to the incredible sight floating gracefully beside him.

He remembered butterfly kisses after bedtime stories, her round nose pressed against his cheek as she tried to get her thick black lashes to brush his skin before she leaned back against her pillow in a dreamy slumber.

He remembered them baking cookies; Elphaba watching the two playful kids, the two loves of her life, attacking each other with flour, making a mess all over the kitchen, both looking like ghosts as they used pots and pans as armor to shield each other from further ambush. He pictured her eyelashes, now caked with flour, wiping his face furiously with kisses until the white tint on his face was brushed clean.

As cameras flashed around the bride and people let out their verbal sentiments, she looked him straight in the eye for just a split second, and the entire world fell away. It was just the two of them, another memory to cherish through the years. He turned to look at her face, grinning wide with excitement and looking beautiful in her makeup and flowing hair, and his mind began to wander again.

“Okay! I’m ready!” Wearing her heels and dress, she glided slowly down the stairs, her hair and makeup all fixed, looking like her momma a little more everyday. Just when he fully expected to always see his pigtailed, ribbon-wearing baby girl bounding down the stairs, here came a woman, smelling of sweet perfume and assuming an hourglass figure. Her long slender body was such a contrast to the chubby little sack he held in his arms only a few years prior. Upon seeing her newly developed beauty, his defense system rose up within him as she and her date left the house to attend her first dance at the Oz Dust. But before the door was completely shut, she ran in and gave him a quick butterfly kiss, winked, and then shut the door. He remembered a pang of jealousy as he recalled dancing with her as a child, with her feet on top of his and him swaying them to the music. But now, seeing her leave to be with friends, he finally accepted that she was growing up.

He remembered the first time she flew by herself, trying her wings out in a great big world. Her hair blowing in the wind, her head held high with her lips parted into a smile as wide as the sun, swaying as the broom kicked under her. All he could see were purples and reds, and her majestic silhouette in the sunset sky as he held Elphaba in his arms, trying to grasp the concept that he could no longer keep their precious daughter from spreading her wings and flying. He felt a sweet kiss on the lips as Elphaba tried to comfort him, but all he really wanted was for his little girl to come back and sweep her eyelashes on his skin.

All too soon they had reached the end of the aisle, and Fiyero knew it was time to let her go. He couldn’t hide the tears in his eyes, one sliding down to his chin. Just as he offered his last words of love and gave her a warm kiss on the cheek, she smiled knowingly, leaned over and gave him butterfly kisses, wiping away his sorrows. Her eyelashes felt damp against his skin, and when they broke apart, he could see she shed a few tears of her own as she replayed memories of their past all the way down the aisle.

Their eyes locked in a final farewell, and Fiyero took his rightful place next to Elphaba, who took his hand lovingly, kissed him, and rested her head on his shoulder. As he watched the ceremony unfold, his heart swelled and ached with the bittersweet, and he couldn’t help but think that with all that he did wrong, he must’ve done something right to deserve a hug every morning and butterfly kisses at night.

Where have you been hiding this little gem? It was deeply moving, not just because of Fiyero and Krianna. but the special bond between parent and child.

Keep em coming!

The ICBH

I hate this oneshot, but I felt like posting something so...here it is. I don't think many people are reading anyways, so I guess it's better I post it now. super cheesy. Ew..

Grounded Wings

Elphaba covered her face with the sheets trying to block the unexpected sunlight from disrupting her sleep. “Fiyero, are you crazy? I’m trying to sleep!”

The eager prince jumped on her bed like a small child on Lurlinemas, yet he was a rather large child, so his body weight made Elphaba bounce in the bed. He crawled up to her and tucked her hair behind her ear, but she would still not turn over to look at him. She groaned under the covers and tried to shoo him away with her lazy hand, yet he didn’t move. Instead, he began lightly blowing in her ear and leaving kisses down her neck and on her shoulders until she started to squirm and twitch out of his embrace, for his method was indeed working and she couldn’t let him win so easily.

“Fiyerooo...want...to...sleeppp” She pulled the sheets up to her chin and curled into a tight ball.

“Come on, Fae. You’ve barely left the room! I have a surprise for you!” He pleaded but to no avail.

She sighed, clearly annoyed, and snapped sharply. “Fiyero. I’m a fugitive. If someone sees me out and about, you and I both are busted. I don’t have much of a choice but to stay in this room. So if I must, the least you can do is let me sleep.” She turned back around and rested her head on the pillow.

He got off the bed and kneeled in front of her face, his expression serious. “I would never put you in danger like that. Don’t you know that? I love you too much to risk your safety. I wouldn’t do anything that resulted in losing you.”

She softened slightly, seeing his excitement deflate so quickly because of her. Speaking with a half smile, she lowered the covers and took his hand. “I know, and I’m sorry. I do trust you, so if you want to show me the surprise, I guess I’ll leave the room...but just for a few minutes and no more.”

Blue eyes sparkling with joy, he leapt to his feet and grabbed her coat, scarf, gloves, and everything she would need. As he scrambled around the room, she rubbed her eyes as they struggled to follow his frantic form. Sweet Oz, I fell in love with a morning person...

Once properly dressed, he led her out into the chilly winter air to the garden coated with blankets of snow. With each footprint made on the smooth white ground, she became more hesitant and uncomfortable at being so exposed and not having control over where she was going.

“Fiyero, how much further?”

He guided her and positioned her just right. “Just a few more steps...Okay! Open your eyes.”

She slowly lifted her eyelids and adjusted to the scene before her. When she registered what was in front of her she gasped in shock.

“Oh My Oz!” Her eyes grew wide upon seeing the large, circular ice surface, perfectly smooth and glistening in the light, and Fiyero holding a pair of ice skates. “Yero...what...how...since when do you have an ice rink?”

He smiled proudly. “Since last night. I made it myself. I figured, if you can’t fly on your broom—because that would be a dead giveaway to your whereabouts—I would get you the next best thing. This way, you’ll still feel the wind in your hair and a bit of thrill trying to keep your body in the air as you glide along.” He shrugged. “And if you lose your balance, it’s a lot shorter of a fall.” He chuckled as she just stared at him in amazement.

She silently walked up to him and wrapped her arms tightly around his muscular body, kissing him deeply.

“I don’t deserve you, my hero. This...” she motioned to the ice rink. “This is all so amazing. No one has ever done something like this for me before.”

“Well, there’s a first time for everything. Now get flying, Miss Thropp!”

Throwing on her skates and tying them securely around her ankle, she stood and made her way to the ice. Before she took that first slippery step, Fiyero went to help keep her steady, but she refuted his hand. He looked at her, pretending to be peeved that she refused his help, but she ignored him and responded with attitude.

“Just so you know, I never fall.” She gave him a quick peck on the lips, and she was off.

He watched with pleasure as she tried out her ice legs, skating in round laps to get used to the new surface. Gaining confidence, she began spinning and twirling, closing her eyes as the wind took her away, moving her along the ice with her arms spread like wings.

It was an amazing feeling: effortlessly soaring, the wind beating in her ears as she picked up speed, the feeling of the blade slicing the ice beneath her, the exhilaration of knowing she could lose her balance and risking it anyway. She felt alive for the first time in months; free to be and do whatever she pleased.

Although she did miss being able to see the world from up in the night sky, she soon realized that the view on the ground wasn’t so hard on the eyes either. Each time she passed him on the rink, she couldn’t help but smile as he observed patiently from the sidelines, looking at her with that irresistible face she adored. This gift was more than anything she could’ve ever imagined, and her heart grew warm at the thought of him doing this for her, even after all he had already sacrificed in order to keep her safe and hidden in the palace. This was far better than any flight she could take in the sky because it was from him. He did this for her because he loved her, and that was enough to keep her happy for the rest of her life.

She slowed and came to a halt before him, hands on her hips, waiting expectantly.

He arched an eyebrow and gave her a “what-are-you-up-to” look. “May I help you?”

“Why yes, as a matter of fact you may. You see, I’m having trouble keeping my balance, and I need someone to help guide me along.” She smirked. “You know, to hold me in place.”

“Oh I see...well, I can go get someone from the palace if you like. No trouble at all.” He started walking towards the palace. “I’ll be just a moment.”

She got off the rink and grabbed his arm with both hands. “Hold it right there, funny guy. I meant you. Now put your skates on and get moving, mister.”

“Hmm...Quite the bossy lady, aren’t you?”

“Yes I am. Better get used to it or I’ll have no choice but to punish you.”

“Would it be too forward to say I wouldn’t mind being punished?” He moved his eyebrows up and down suggestively.

“Wow, you’ve clearly lost it. Now, stop stalling!”

About five minutes later he returned with skates on his feet, happily subjecting himself to skating with his emerald beauty. They took to the ice and held hands as they tasted the flavor of liberation. He reached out his hands, taking hold of her waist from behind and lightly brushed his lips against her neck, causing her body temperature to rise despite the cold. As they continued to make parallel designs on the ice, Fiyero increased his advances, making Elphaba lightheaded and distracted. She would push his hand away, but not with too much force, seeing as she was enjoying his affection immensely, and he would return it right back to its original spot on her hip
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She turned her head to look at him, and he smiled.

“You having fun?”

She blushed a little as his grip on her waist became firmer. “Would it be pathetic to say that I’m having the time of my life? Fiyero, this is incredible.” She leaned her head back against him and gave him an Eskimo kiss. “Thank you for doing this. Really.” Their foreheads pressed together.

He breathed heavily. “I love you.”

Just as the words came out of his mouth, their ankles tangled due to their awkward positioning, causing them to both crash on the ice. As Elphaba lay on top of Fiyero, they locked eyes and didn’t say a word. They simply grinned with satisfaction until Fiyero finally cleared his throat and spoke.

“So you never fall, huh?”

She hit him playfully and cackled. “Only for you, Yero my hero. Only you.”

“Well, no need to worry. You’re secret’s safe with me.” And with that he lifted his head and the two lit their bodies on fire in passionate kisses on the ice.

Giggity!



The ICBH

Butterfly Kisses review:

GreenGirl... That was one of the most beautiful non-Fiyeraba oneshots I have ever read in MY LIFE.

No joke. LOVED it. I totally should have read it sooner. (*hits self in head*)

The way you captured his love for his daughter and the bond between them and how things changed at the different stages throughout her life was incredible.

You have a gift. (So shut up about how you think you aren't a good writer.)

Grounded Wings review:


LMAO. Best freaking line EVER. I'm so using this.


I thoroughly enjoy how much I have influenced you in the past year LOL.


AWWWWWWWW. SOOOOO cuuuuuute! What a wonderful dose of Fiyeraba!

- passionate

Thanks for the reviews, ICBH and passionate. I really appreciate it.

The Sound of a Breaking Heart

She plowed throw the cornfield, her sharp nails tearing through the stalks like an animal on attack. Each step she took got heavier and heavier as the burden of her past and future collided into the present, rendering her crippled with excruciating pain. Her chest constricted into a tight ball until she couldn’t breathe; each inhalation striking a nail to her heart and twisting relentlessly to create a large crater. Perspiration soaked her entire body, frozen with fear, and her clothes became slashed from the thorns stabbing her frantic frame.

Her fingers held tight to the broom, afraid of fainting and falling to her doom, not that it mattered much now. She slammed the door behind her and just leaned against the wall to catch her breath and let the recent events wash through her head.

No. No, he wasn’t captured. He couldn’t be. He’s still in the forest, waiting. Yes, that’s it. He’s on the forest floor, waiting for me to return to his arms. I’ve got to meet him. He must be worried sick... Or maybe he really is...No. He’s not. He can’t be. I need to get back to the forest.

Grabbing her shawl and Grimmerie, she swung open the door with gusto and flew down the stairs when voices rang in her ears, reverberating down the hollow halls.

“Take him out to that field there...don’t take him down until he tells us where the witch went...”

Each beat of her heart hammered harder against her chest, each tear burned deeper against her skin, yet she couldn’t bring herself to give up just yet. She ran up the steps two at a time, threw the Grimmerie on the stand with force, and chanted spells, moving her hands in a fluid motion, the words spilling out of her mouth like venom.

Completing the spell, her features softened, and low whimpers escaped her lips, now quivering with guilt. She thought back to their time in the forest, their declaration of love, their longing for forever. How he had begged her to stay with him, to not go back.

Why didn’t I listen? I could be with him right now, in his arms, kissing his lips. Why do I always do this? I’m such a fool. I finally had one good thing come my way, and it only lasts a few hours before I destroy it. She bit her lip and swallowed a loud cry, resulting in a muffled squeal that jerked her entire body. He begged me to stay...*sob*I want to be in his arms...*sob*I want him to love me again.

She covered her forehead with her hand, replaying all the critical moments, what could have been. She thought about his words, his passion.

We will be together always...I love you...Nothing can tear us apart...Please don’t leave...I’m coming with you.

She remembered the way he said her name, slowly and adoringly as if she were a sacred goddess; the complete love in his eyes when he looked at her, lying there in the moonlight; his strong, yet gentle hands caressing her body, granting her the greatest pleasure she had ever known; his soft lips pressing against her skin; their bodies moving together in rhythmic motion.

And then she annihilated it.

Tugging fiercely on her hair, her muscles tightened, filled with a mix of guilt and devastation. She paced furiously trying to think of some solution, some way to fix the problems she had caused. She thought of Nessa, the ambitious martyr on the verge of insanity. She thought of Glinda, drowning in jealousy and greed, of how she called the guards trapping her at Nessa’s grave. She thought of the guards, how they blindly followed the Wizard and took her only reason for living. She thought of the Wizard.

Her body shook as anger built inside her; her blood heating to a boil as her shock struck a chord and ignited a flame inside her. She contracted all her muscles, making fists with her fingers causing all the blood pulsing through her veins to build up, creating swelling tubes of pressure ready to explode.

“Fiyeroooooo!”

His name suddenly rang for all of Oz to hear; sound waves of desperation, heartbreak, and death vibrating through the foggy air and piercing the ears of all who deserved to hear it. Haunting them for as long as she lived; deafening them with his name for every agonizing breath she took.

She thrashed her arms over the room, knocking down books and tossing tables, letting her emotions and adrenaline run their course before collapsing in a heap of tears and a series of quick, short breaths.

This was the last straw. If she couldn’t save him, or help anyone without it going horribly wrong, always backfiring in catastrophe, she wouldn’t do it any longer. Maybe it was better to just not do anything. If they wanted to think of her as wicked, then so be it. From here on out, she would hide behind her title just like everyone else; play along with the charade in the land of Oz. No longer victimizing people with her good deeds, she would finally start giving the people what they wanted—a wicked witch.

Greeny,

You are much too good for just a one shot. You really need to write a full fledge fic!

This one shot was in one word.... BRILLIANT. An awesome speak version of "No Good Deed"

The ICBH

SG (Super Greeny),

This cut me to the core.

The emotion was SO friggin deep!

I felt her insanity bubbling and her desperation for him.



If I had a stamp of approval you would get it

This was a NGD oneshot at it's BEST.

These were my favorite lines:


I agree with ICBH, we need a full fledged fic from you

The passionate one has spoken.

Eh...it's been a while, and I'm out of practice. It's my only excuse for this. LOL Just something to read. Not much else.

Words Left Unspoken

His heart pounded with each protracted stride of his legs; his entire body like lead weighing him to the ground, growing heavy as his legs pushed to move faster. Breathing rapidly, his senses were completely shut off from the rest of his body. He only had one thought. One goal. One purpose. Nothing else mattered. His feet accelerated beneath him, barely grazing the ground. His head whipped in all directions, scanning the crowd in the Emerald City train station, yet looking straight through each passenger. He only had eyes for one person, and until he found her, he would never feel anything again.

Visions of her face spun a web of emotions, making his heart pump faster and rip at his chest. Numb to all the people he collided with, his body flew mechanically through the crowd; his ears barricading the shouts and rude comments with only the sound of his heartbeat reverberating in his temples; his mind fast at work, reciting the words he knew he should’ve voiced so long ago.

What was I thinking? How could I let her get away? There’s nothing more important to me than her, so why was I such a coward? Nothing’s standing in my way except my—Glinda. Oz, what am I going to tell her? Maybe…no, I’ve come all this way. I love her. I’m not turning back now. Once I get to the Wizard’s Palace I’m going to—

Drowning in his thoughts, Fiyero failed to realize that his feet had come to a stop in front of giant green doors with majestic gold designs etched into the dazzling woodwork. His neck extended the length of the striking entrance, his eyes scanning the barrier from top to bottom. Then with one deep breath he turned the handle with his trembling hand, ready to see his future and tell her the one thing he should’ve told her every time he saw her in the past.

Just as his arm pulled back on the door, a stampede of Ozian guards and Emerald City citizens charged past him, guns and pitchforks aimed at the clouds. He glanced at the crowd, dazed and disoriented as his eyes searched the twilight sky. Squinting to get a better view of the object in the air, his eyes grew wide in disbelief, and time stood still. Just for that moment, the violent uproar, the mass chaos of people, everything fell away. It was just the two of them, admiring each other from afar, yet again.

She soared across the sky like a bird without wings; her green hue glowing against the yellows and pinks and purples of the sunset sky. Her presence radiated over the crowd, causing Fiyero to gasp and marvel at her breathtaking beauty. He couldn’t remember a time when he was happier, when his stomach tied in knots and his whole body grew warm and tingly. A wide open smile crossed his face, and for the first time since he got on the train that morning to follow her, his whole mind was at peace. He stood still in the middle of the crowd and memorized every minuscule detail, watching her long locks ripple in the wind, just wishing he could be up there with her with his arms wrapped around her soft skin, holding her and never letting go.

Had it not been for the shoving and litany of threats from the crowd around him, he could’ve stayed in that moment, admiring her beauty forever. However, he soon put the pieces together and realized his time was up; he missed his last chance. His stomach dropped as he took a last look at her luminescent silhouette before she disappeared into the starry night, unaware of his presence. Unaware of his love. Unaware of all the words left unspoken.

This sounds so dirty. I am amazed by how much I am rubbing off on you

( I know you're going to reply that you hadn't even realized it )


LOVE this description. Bravo.

The moment of Fiyero being in utter awe was quite nice. I really liked this tiny twist. This was the perfect smut for my crazy tiring day and a splendid math reward

I only have on criticism, since you asked : Guys don't admit to feeling tingly... ever.

Please keep writing my dear,

passionate

P.S. I am the first poster, and you know it's because I you.

I adore your updates.

Keep em coming!

The ICBH has spoken!