Pairing: Elphaba Thropp x gn! reader.
Trigger warnings: miscommunication, emotional confusion, unintended hurt, emotional vulnerability.
The air in the Emerald City was heavy with tension as Elphaba paced back and forth in her room, trying not to think about the way your smile made her heart race. She had always been good at hiding her feelings, but there was something about you that made it impossible to keep her emotions locked away.
Her best friend, Glinda, had noticed it first. She’d been teasing Elphaba about it for weeks, insisting that the green-skinned witch was "absolutely smitten" with you. Elphaba had denied it at first, but after more and more moments of catching her breath when you were near, she couldn't pretend anymore. The feelings were real. And intense.
Glinda, ever the romantic, had offered some “helpful” advice, though Elphaba wasn’t sure whether to trust her or not.
“Listen, Elphie,” Glinda had said with a grin, “If you want to win someone’s heart, sometimes you have to make them jealous. It’s classic.”
Elphaba had raised an eyebrow. “Jealous? I don’t think that’s the best strategy.”
But Glinda had insisted, practically bubbling with excitement. “Trust me, Elphie! A little jealousy never hurt anyone. Just act like you're into someone else, maybe a little flirtation here and there, and they’ll come around. Works every time!”
Reluctantly, Elphaba had agreed to give it a try. After all, Glinda seemed so confident. And maybe, just maybe, it would work.
The next day, Elphaba found herself sitting across from you in the crowded dining hall. You were talking animatedly about something, completely unaware of the battle waging inside her. She had tried to prepare herself, tried to be casual and confident. But as soon as you looked at her with that warm, kind gaze, her heart skipped a beat.
To her horror, a figure walked in—the charming, flirtatious Fiyero. Elphaba had always known he had a certain charisma, but today… today was different. He walked up to the table, grinning as he leaned casually against it. “Well, well, if it isn’t the green goddess herself. Care to join me for a walk?”
Elphaba felt the words leave her mouth before she could stop them. “Sure, why not?”
Your eyes flickered between them, and Elphaba couldn’t help but notice the brief, almost imperceptible flash of disappointment in your gaze. It made her stomach churn.
“Great!” Fiyero said, not giving you much of a chance to respond. “Lead the way, Elphaba.”
Elphaba had tried to enjoy the conversation with Fiyero, but it was no use. Her mind kept drifting back to you, to the way you’d looked when she’d walked away. Was this really the way to make you realize how she felt?
Later that evening, she was back in her room, feeling confused and restless. There was a knock at the door, and when she opened it, there you were, standing with a mix of concern and something else in your eyes.
“Can we talk?” you asked softly, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation.
Elphaba swallowed hard. “Of course. What’s wrong?”
You hesitated, as though choosing your words carefully. “I don’t know what’s going on with you and Fiyero, but… I guess I just didn’t expect you to be so… obvious about it.”
Elphaba’s chest tightened. “What do you mean?”
“You’re trying to make me jealous, aren’t you?” Your voice wasn’t angry, just hurt, and Elphaba felt a pang of guilt she hadn’t expected. “You’re not the kind of person to play games, Elphaba. I thought we were past that.”
Elphaba felt her face flush, and she couldn’t bring herself to meet your eyes. “I… I didn’t mean to hurt you. I just thought… I thought maybe it would help you see…”
“See what?” you interrupted gently. “That you have feelings for me?”
Elphaba nodded, her voice barely a whisper. “Yes. But I didn’t know how else to show you.”
You smiled softly, stepping closer. “You don’t have to try and manipulate me, Elphaba. I already know how I feel. I just needed you to be honest with me.”
Relief flooded her, and she exhaled, finally meeting your gaze. “I’m sorry,” she said, her voice shaky. “I didn’t think it would backfire like that.”
You reached out, taking her hand in yours. “You don’t need anyone else’s advice to know how to make me see you. Just be yourself.”
From that moment on, Elphaba didn’t need to play games anymore. She learned that honesty was the best way to your heart—and that Glinda’s advice, while well-meaning, was a little too dramatic for her taste. But she also realized something important: no matter how complicated or difficult it seemed, she didn’t have to hide her feelings for you any longer.
And when you kissed her for the first time, with no tricks, no schemes, just the two of you, she knew that was the moment she’d been waiting for all along.
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