💌 you can call me del. i'm a full-time student writing fanfiction about guys i drool over lol. i do (character) x female readers because i feel its easier for me to write as i can relate, and i use a third person writing pov as it makes it easier for me to express things. that's about it, i guess! i just wanted to give a very brief intro to my page and i hope you'll enjoy my content <3
(mini series) unadulterated loathing by @atlabeth ➾ you are forced to partner up with fiyero on a history project. things don’t go as you imagine. (honestly I'm in love with everything she writes. queen you've got me hooked for anything!! this 3 parts fic has had a grip on me since its been released aaaa. fiyero actually studying??? the yearning from both parts in part 2!!!??? THE LAKE SCENE? sORRRY i'm out- you write him so well im crying)
secrets and scars by @auroracalisto ➾ reader has been scarred for some time now. fiyero discovers them and does something rather... unexpected. (this is one of the cutest fics ever I am sobbing)
hey jealousy by @of-many-fandomss ➾ fiyero had been entranced by you since his first day at shiz university, but you never gave him the time of day. So, how was it that a munchkin boy you didn’t even know was making you laugh in the corner of the library? (this is horribly cute, i'm obsessed, i love fiyero in this is just so aaaaaaa kicking giggling my feet)
winner takes it all by @delespresso ➾ weekend games were normal in shiz, but fiyero has a different idea of a game when it comes to the girl who caught his eye (aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh)
I know I goes against everything we know about Bucky but imagine if he was a cuddly little baby with everyone. I mean everyone. And it's the cutest thing ever. He doesn’t even mean to it just happens cause his body craves it. He falls asleep everywhere and as soon as he does, his body moves on its own to get all cuddly. He went years with no warmth, no human touch, isolated in cold and darkness. He's so so touch starved.
Like imagine after a mission, everyone trudges onto the jet, tired as hell, all ready to pass out but no one's more exhausted than Bucky. Whenever their on missions, Bucky's body refuses to rest until the fight is over so as soon as he sits down, he knocks out from pure exhaustion.
Which is how his head ended up on Tony's shoulder. Normally he'd neve but the sway of the jet rocked him right to sleep, slumping against the billionaire.
"Guys. Tinman is sleeping on me" Tony hissed, more excited than anything else, seeing as Bucky was usually grumpy and moody when he was awake. Now that he was sleeping, his previously irritated expression had washed away, replaced with his soft fluttering lashes and slightly parted lips.
"Awww" Nat cooed, ruffling his fluffy brown locks away from his face while he continued to softly snore, blissfully unaware the others were quietly watching him.
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Sam was the next to experience it on movie night. He held back a cackle when he felt Bucky burrow himself further against his side, seeking his warmth. His body felt safe, keeping him asleep while Sam quietly snapped a picture which he'd of course send to you.
Your big scary boyfriend is all cuddly again
You giggled at the picture knowing Bucky was probably dead exhausted. Sure, he fell asleep on others and sometimes whined a little in his sleep if you moved around too much, but you were truly his favorite pillow.
Because when it came to you, he turned into a very needy, cuddly little baby. On more than one occasion, Bucky had a full on pout on his face when you came to bed late. He loves to curl up into a ball (as best as he can, given how much bigger he is compared to you) while you hold him to your chest, his face smushed against your softness, listening to your heart beat. He lays down under the blankets while you wrap your arms around him, scratching his scalp and rubbing his back and he nearly purrs with how good and loved he feels.
I just can't deal with how adorable this would be because that baby deserves to be protected at all costs.
Didn’t I tell y’all I was on the case?? He’s a bad mama jama and his accent is sexy. Here’s my heart, it’s yours.
Contains: kissing and I mean nasty kissing, drool, Fiyero is kinda obsessed and unhinged, you’re BOTH pent up, finger!ng, cursing, dirty talk, grinding, some hair pulling, multiple 0rgasms, unprotected worm riding😂, manhandling, and a whole lotta getting railed🤠 (I’m absolutely insane for him and this shows)
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“Alright, bye! Have a save trip back! Love you!” You yell after all your brothers and sisters, having hugged the last of them as they all exit your apartment early morning exactly 2 days later. You exhale a sigh of relief as you watch through the window at them loading into their cars and pulling off, smiling as one of your older sisters blows a kiss at your place before driving off.
A feeling of giddiness overtakes you because you can finally relax, closing your eyes for a moment as you take in the silence with a grin.
Dead calm. Oh, how you missed it.
The smell of your still burning sugar plum fairy fills the space and you push yourself off the wall to start cleaning, wanting to erase any and all traces of the headache that was most of your family.
As you’re cleaning, you find yourself thinking of everything that happened during the longest 7 days of your life. After the break with Fiyero in the bathroom and later sneaking him out the house so nobody ever found out he was in the bathroom with you- especially your sister- you all had went back to the shopping center in matching ugly pajamas to take purposely awkward pictures to send out. The poses were bad enough but Fiyero being witness had almost killed you with embarrassment. You guys made cookies and Fiyero hung around as the “judge” (it wasn’t a competition) while your sister not so subtle praised him for his looks. She didn’t know you two were dating so you let it slide but after a while you were concerned if Fiyero’s head would fit through the door with how big she was making it. Another thing you all did was something called “blind karaoke”. Basically, someone picked a random instrumental of a song and for whoever’s turn it was, they were supposed to sing the correct lyrics to that song and if they failed a certain number of times then they were “voted off the island”. It was chaotic with plenty of cheating accusations but fun.
Pausing, you look around, not even noticing how much you got done. Counters clean, floor swept and vacuumed; you decide to shower. Thankfully you cleaned your bathroom last night so less for you to do and the guest room will wait. Stripping off your clothes and turning the water on, you tie your hair up while you wait for the water to heat up, stepping in once you see the steam.
Hot water pours all over your body, soothing your muscles. It feels absolutely delightful, making you stretch with a soft hum. The atmosphere is quiet but not eerie as you gently go about your routine. You huff out a little laugh as you remember Fiyero’s critique on your shower routine that he found odd.
“You’re actually exfoliating first?” Eyebrows raised high as he watched you from where he sat on top of the closed toilet seat.
“I don’t think I like that judgey tone of yours.” You reply breezily, ignoring as you continue.
“No- I’d never-! I’m just saying wouldn’t it make sense to after you get all…soapy?” His eyes trail down your form slower, voice dropping at that last word and you flick water at him to keep him focused which doesn’t work the way you planned as Fiyero sticks out his tongue to catch more. You roll your eyes at his ridiculousness.
“Freak of nature. But no, exfoliating first helps the soap clean skin better. Y’know…the part where I get all soapy.” His eyes stay on you, licking his lips as he nods slowly and suddenly your chest feels warmer.
“I see. By all means then, continue.” You flush all over from the way he sounds but you play as if you weren’t affected at all despite the whole thing being strangely erotic. You completely naked and wet, while he watched you touch all over said naked skin while being completely clothed.
“You’ll stay the innocent bystander, won’t you?”, making your voice even sweeter, you coo at him. Your teasing backfires as Fiyero’s words send shivers up your spine.
“No promises, sweetheart.”
You rush to get out before you relive the rest of the way your little shower played out, wrapping a fluffy towel around you as you head to your room, still flushed from the memory and the heat of the water. The sweet smelling lotion you put on feels extra nice against your freshly shaved skin, as you rub it In absentmindedly; still distracted by your thoughts.
Since a hoard of your closest family members had been virtually stuck up your butt for a week, even though Fiyero had been around, you two never had a chance to be alone. Your thighs clench at the thought of the last time his hands were on you, suppressing a desperate whine, falling back onto the warm bedding. Confused as to why the bed was so warm until you remember that you’d left your heated blanket on.
You ignore the new ache in your core as you sigh, closing your eyes and turning over on your stomach. Dosing off before you know it, dreaming of pretty dimples and devious hands…
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You awake to the feeling of soft warm lips pressing all over your skin. A light gasp leaves you when they trail lower, kissing down your back and over your ass as big hands start to knead your shoulders. You call his name, a lovely purr to his ears and Fiyero hums.
“It’s been 2 days, pretty girl.“
A needier gasp comes from you and Fiyero closes his eyes as it reminds him of all the other delicious sounds he can get you to make. He told you earlier that week that he’d be back over after your family left. One: to give you time to wind down after and two: because he needed to cool off. It had been harder than he thought to keep his hands off you- used to following the pull that inspired him to be close to you at all times. Fiyero had been anticipating your reunion, missing you- wanting you so bad..but out of all the ways he’d pictured finally being alone with you going; finding you completely naked smelling like dessert and looking just like it on a warm bed wasn’t one of them. Not that he was complaining.
Feeling the bed shift, his blue eyes flicker down to see your soft thighs slightly parted, giving him the tiniest peek of the slick that’s already beginning to gather, your smooth hips shifting restlessly.
His mouth comes down heavy on your neck with wet kisses, hands wedging underneath you to pull and massage at your hard nipples. Your eyes roll back in pleasure, moaning his name, Fiyero groaning back at how responsive you are. The room feels 10 degrees hotter but it’s so good, your body thrumming as your clit pulses.
“Baby-“, the way you call out for him has him flipping you over so fast you get dizzy. You have only a few seconds to look up into his blown pupils before a pleasant current rocks through your body when Fiyero slots himself flush against your body, sucking wetly at your ears, jaw, neck, and wherever he can reach. His low groans vibrate through you and you don’t hesitate to grind up against his length, the material of his jeans giving you perfect friction, writhing and whining in pleasure. Your body jolts everytime his hips roll and his clothed cock hits your clit just right.
“Mmphf-!” Your grind becomes smoother, causing you and Fiyero to look down, seeing the dark patch your wetness left on the front of his pants. Fiyero furrows his brow before tangling a hand in your hair, dragging your panting mouth to his.
You melt like chocolate under him. Thick heavy fog fills your head and your bring your hands up to feel underneath his shirt, his flexing muscles and the patch of soft hair leading to your favorite place had you positively lightheaded. The kiss is messy and intense. His mouth demanding and merciless; he licks at the seam of your lips before shoving his tongue inside, melding it against yours as his blood rushes from the sensations and your fucked out moans.
If he thought you were wet before, it’s nothing compared to now, as he slips his hand between your spread legs.
You break apart with a gasp but you don’t get far with Fiyero’s hand in your hair as he growls against your open mouth, lips wet. In a clearer state of mind, the sounds coming out of you would have shamed you long into the future but you can’t find the concern for that anytime soon especially when you feel two thick fingers slide into you, wasting no time in fucking your tight walls.
“Damn- look at you…such a good girl, gettin’ so wet f’me”, Fiyero rasps out, not expecting an answer with the hearts in your eyes. Your cunt was practically strangling his fingers, each drag out only bought more arousal from your messy hole, the noises filling the room alongside your voice. It was everywhere and Fiyero closes his eyes at the sudden image of your knees pressed to your armpits, fat lips getting spread open as he licked you raw.
You felt so good you were on the verge of tears, hiccuping moans bubbling out of you as you finally got what you needed. Your shaky hands had undone his pants but couldn’t steady strong enough to pull them down, settling for massaging the fat length in his pants, all the pre made the glide easy, your head swimming when you imagine being fucked by it.
However, you don’t know if you even make it that far because you’re already so close to orgasm and he knows it, adding a third finger to stretch you out and the nasty squelch has him pulsing hard in your hands. His fingers go from thrusting to aiming upwards, hitting that special patch of nerves inside you and you’re soaking the bedding with all the slick pooling from you.
Drool seeps from the side of your lips and your so gone you don’t even notice Fiyero lick it off until he whispers against your lips after a particularly rough grind of his fingers has you keening high,
“You have no idea what you’re doing to me-“ he cuts off with a gasp when your thumb rubs hard into his leaking tip, heat racing up his spine like electricity.
“Y’gonna cum for me sweetheart? Gonna let her make a mess for me?”
Your lower stomach spasms visibly and he can barely move his hand from how tight your cunt is, hard clit pulsing against his thumb.
“Yeah, you are.”
In the last seconds before you come, you’re grateful that you’re pinned under him because if you were let loose, you could bite the roof of a house from how feral you’re feeling. One last roll of your soaked nub and you unravel with a scream.
Fiyero’s mouth covers yours in time before you convince your neighbors of possible murder, licking into it and swallowing your screams as you white out from the intensity, each spasm of your stuffed walls sending you higher and it takes a while for you to come down.
Popping of your mouth to give you a chance to breathe, Fiyero strips his shirt off, eyes on your boneless form. A light sheen of sweat coated both of your bodies but you’re far from done. Tilting your head up just in time to see Fiyero take his pants off, biting your swollen lips at way his fat cock slapped against his stomach, thick thighs flexing as he makes his way back on top of you. Your heart pounds hard enough to be felt through your entire body when he takes your hand, dragging it slow down his chest before pulling your hand back up, sucking the digits with a low hum, pleased at the flush that blooms all over you.
Fiyero slides his cock between your lips, coating himself with your arousal as he lines himself up to your hole. You whine in protest, “wait, lemme suck you off first-“ you’re cut off with a sharp moan when Fiyero slaps the head of his cock directly on your clit, blue eyes almost black as the sea at night as he stares down at you, voice heady and thick with desire.
“Later…but right now-“ he pulls your bottom lip down with his thumb, licking a stripe across your teeth, he continues, “mmm, right now, I need you to take it for me. She can do that f’me right, pretty?”
You nod so hard it almost gives you a headache but the soft chuckle from Fiyero adds to the pleasant buzz as he slides in, gripping your hips as you moan in unison.
You were always tight but after a week of no contact, you were damn near choking his cock as it stretched you out. Your scent — how fucking soft you are — your voice — the way your wetness left messy strings dripping off his cock every time he pulled out— everything was too much. He wouldn’t be able to go slow like this, the sound of your warbled desperate moans ricocheting off his skull and driving him insane.
The first slide in of Fiyero’s cock is always overwhelming. You doesn’t think you’ll ever not be gagging for this, the feel of his filling you up. You bite down on a moan, arching your back further, you need more. The darkly-amused chuckle Fiyero gives just makes your blood run that much hotter. You don’t have time beg him to fuck you stupid before he thrusts, relentless and brutal, fucking into you so good you sob from it. So good, so fucking good, you’re going to feel the ache in you for days but it’s exactly how you need it.
Fiyero’s abs contract, head tipping back at the way you feel, grinding and whining down onto his cock; letting him have you so wet and pliant as he rams into all your spots, trying not to lose himself in the waves of you. Unfortunately, you can’t help it — you feel yourself clench hard around him, hips twitching as he grabs your waist, holding your ass tilted up to hit deeper as he pounds you. Eyes rolling back at the stifling the cry from your throat as his cock bottoms out with every wonderful thrust inside you.
The room fills with obscene sounds: your scream moaning, the slapping of skin on skin, the squelch of your cunt as Fiyero plunges into it. Air can’t come fast enough and you know if you cum now you’ll pass out but you needed this so bad, whining as Fiyero takes two swollen nipples between his fingers rolling them, enjoying the cute way you cried for him.
“You’re gonna cum for me again, aren’t you?”, Fiyero coos down at your tear stained, drooling face, furrowed in pleasure. You try to prove him wrong; that you’re not coming, that you’re not about to make a mess but you give up quick. It just felt too good.
“Mmhm! Yes- cummin’!”, you let out a ear piercing wail as you get closer, almost right there, looking at Fiyero with pretty lidded eyes like he hung the stars in the sky just for you.
“Cum,” he breathes hot in your ear, teeth closing down on the delicate whorl. “Make your mess all over me, baby.”
You cry out against Fiyero, hips humping against his cock, shaking violently, back arching, almost lifting off the bed completely as your orgasm wracks through you, eyes flickering back into your skull. Drool dribbles down your lips between moans; dripping, your cunt gushing around the delicious stretch, sucking Fiyero’s cock in as far as you can.
Fiyero grits his teeth hard, his thrusts growing erratic and messy as he’s hurdled quickly towards his climax, lost in your pull. He cums with a wrecked low moan, burying himself deeper in the wet heat of your cunt, releases as deep inside you as he can. Lowering himself on you in a satisfied heap.
You two stay like that for a while, catching your breath, kissing softer this time- less rushed like you aren’t in a race to get the other pregnant by midnight, basking in the afterglow. He’s heavy like this. Laying completely over you but you love it, closing your eyes as you snuggle into him. He’s like a giant weighted pillow.
Fiyero is the first to move since you won’t be going anywhere for a while, looking down at you tenderly, rubbing the tip of his nose gently against yours, and you smile back tiredly.
“Give me 15 minutes and I’ll be ready to rock your world, pretty boy.” You say it like it’s a promise and Fiyero laughs because he’s always the one to tire you out.
“Cute. Maybe you’re just being cocky because we’re alone?”
“Guess you’ll have find out”, you say through giggles, squirming at the sounds he blows into your neck, smiling with you.
Synopsis: „Well, studying quietly is the usual thing to do …“, you interrupted him, but Fiyero just smirked. There was a familiar dark and hungry glint in his eyes, and your throat suddenly felt incredibly dry.
Or: Fiyero‘s idea of helping you study for your upcoming exams is much more distracting than you thought …
c.w.: smut! (vaginal fingering, fem receiving oral, hints at praise kink I guess); established relationship; Fiyero being a flirty tease; gratuitous use of Darling & love; fluff & bantering; Fiyero setting unrealistic boyfriend standards, lots of made-up alchemy 'knowledge'
w.c. 3.8k oops?? || masterlist
AN: this is for everyone craving some very much needed Fiyero smut!! I also couldn’t resist giving Fiyero reading glasses in this, if you’ve seen the clip of Jonathan Bailey practicing the Dancing Through Life choreo with his glasses on you’ll know what I’m talking about 🤭 also writing for Fiyero gave me the strong urge to rewatch the second season of Bridgerton and to start writing for Anthony as well 😵💫
You’d been pouring over your textbooks for so long, your vision was starting to blur. Your concentration was starting to ebb away as well, seeing as you’d had to read through the paragraph concerning the use of moonflowers in several antidotes through four times, before you’d actually worked through the information conveyed in the paragraph.
Now, you sighed, reaching for your textbook and pen, because you needed to take more notes. Your hand was aching from how much you’d already written today. But it was no good, exams were starting next week and you really needed to ace your alchemy exam.
However, just as you were about to uncap your pen, a hand grasped yours, stopping you mid-motion.
„Darling, you should really take a break-„
Fiyero hadn’t even finished his sentence, when you were already shaking your hand, interrupting him. „I can‘t!“ Your voice quivered and seemed to border on the edge of hysterical, but you hardly noticed. „I can’t Fiyero, exams start on Monday and I need to-„
„What you need to do“, Fiyero said, stepping closer to you, until he was right behind your desk chair and able to rest his head in the crook of your neck, „is to take a break.“
You could feel his warm breath on your skin, could feel the bridge of his reading glasses dig into the soft skin of your neck and had to suppress a shiver.
Fiyero with his reading glasses was something else, truly. He was already extremely good-looking to begin with, but something about his reading glasses seemed to add to his natural good looks, almost like they were giving him an edge.
Or maybe you’d just been studying too much, causing your brain to turn to mush, you tried to reason with yourself.
Whatever it was - Fiyero had quickly found out the effect he had on you when he was wearing his reading glasses and was now using it shamelessly to his advantage. Not that he really needed that - his incredibly good looks and natural charms were enough to sweep you off your feet.
„I’m just worried about you, love“, Fiyero now said, drawing you out of your thoughts. His arms had snaked around your stomach and now you were trapped in his embrace, not that you really minded.
„You’ve been studying so much lately, I hardly ever get to see you.“
Though you couldn’t see the look on his face, you were pretty sure that he was pouting. That thought caused you to smile softly and, laying aside your pen, you reached for Fiyero’s hands, interlacing his fingers with yours.
„You do see me all the time, though“, you pointed out, squeezing his hands. „At classes and during meal times, in the library or when we’re studying here-“
Fiyero groaned. „Yes, but that’s just not the same. I want to spend some time with my girlfriend, love. And not just sitting next to each other, studying quietly-“
„Well, studying quietly is the usual thing to do“, you interrupted him.
He chuckled, his warm breath tickling your skin. You found yourself leaning back into him, enjoying his closeness. Now that you thought about it, he was right - though you saw each other all the time, you struggled to remember the last time you’d been together without the threat of upcoming exams looming over you.
„I know how important these exams are for you-“
„They’re important for you as well“, you pointed out, which Fiyero pointedly ignored, ploughing on.
„But you need to take a break every now and then. Not just for indulging me, but for your own sake, darling. Elphie and Glinda are worried about you as well.“
You sighed, knowing that there was no point in arguing with him. Not just because Fiyero could be incredibly stubborn once he’d made up his mind about something, but also because, deep down, you knew that he was right. Lately, you’d been studying so much, it almost felt as if an ever-present headache, paired with blurry vision, and aching, cramping hands were your constant companions.
„You’re right … it’s just, these exams are so important, I can’t - I can’t fail them, you know?“
Fiyero sighed quietly, breaking the embrace, and stepping around your chair, kneeling down right in front of you and taking your hands in his. „I know, love. And though I know that you don’t like hearing me say it, but I’ve absolutely no doubt that you’re going to ace your exams.“
You rolled your eyes, smiling. By now, you knew Fiyero well enough to know that he wasn’t just humoring you with his words - he really did believe in you without a doubt.
However complicated Fiyero’s own relationship with education was - though knowing him as you did, and knowing the unattainable expectations his parents had always set for him, you could completely comprehend his disdain -, he knew how important a good diploma was for you. Really, you couldn’t have asked for a better, more understanding and supportive boyfriend, you thought, grinning down at him.
Fiyero caught your gaze, returning your smile, as he squeezed your hands. Though his smile was soft and loving, there was a hint of something else in his eyes, something darker, hungrier-
„How about I’ll help you study, love? And then, later we can take a break …“
„You really don’t have to-“
„I’ll ask you questions that might come up in your alchemy exam, and for every right answer, you’ll get a reward-“
„But - how?“, you interrupted him, your mouth suddenly feeling quite dry. Something about the intensity in his gaze made your heart flutter, and something in his knowing, confident smirk told you that he knew exactly what he was doing to you when he was talking about rewards. „Fiyero, how would you know the questions that might come up in my alchemy exam, you’re not even taking the class-“
„Your flashcards are really quite informative, you know?“, he said, smirk widening, when he saw your cheeks flushing.
„You - you - my flashcards - you memorized them?“, you stuttered, breathless and at a complete loss for words.
Fiyero just nodded, looking quite pleased with himself. „Darling, I know how important these exams are for you.“
You shook your head, completely baffled. The fact that he’d actually taken the time to read through your alchemy flashcards, memorizing them, when he wasn’t even taking the subject himself, just to help you study, left you feeling dizzy and overwhelmed.
Sweet Oz, he really was the best.
„Fiyero, I - you-“
„I’m incredible, I know, thank you, darling“, he said, smirking. Not giving you the chance to tell him how much you loved him - or to say anything else, for the matter -, he squeezed your hands once more, before running his hands through his hair, leaning back.
„Now, I’m sure you’ll remember the mass of red clover you need to use in an antidote for poisons bending the free will-“
He’d barely finished asking the question when you were already rattling off the answer, able to visualize the flashcard, covered in your neat, cramped handwriting, in your head.
Fiyero nodded, grinning. „Quite right, which means that the correct ratio for red clover and amaranth is?“
For a moment, you could only stare at him in surprise. Had he actually taken the time to memorize the entire content of your flashcards, including all the extra footnotes and notes in the margins, you’d scribbled in a particularly small, cramped font, when you’d been using the cards for revision a few days ago?
Fiyero’s knowing, self-satisfied smirk answered your question, and you could only shake your head at him in awe.
„You’re the best“, you said in a weak, awe-struck voice.
Fiyero just smirked. „I know, but that still doesn’t answer my question, love.“
He leaned in closer towards you again, reaching for your hands, which were still resting on your thighs. This time, he didn’t thread your fingers together, instead he started to gently rub your skin in soothing circles.
You let out a quiet, satisfied sigh - up until now you’d tried to ignore how stiff and aching your hands had been feeling lately, but Fiyero seemed to know exactly what he needed to do in order to gently soothe the pain in your stiff, aching joints.
„So?“, Fiyero asked, his chocolate brown eyes meeting yours.
The intensity in his eyes caught you off guard - though, at first glance, his gaze seemed soft and full of concern for you, but there seemed to be something darker and hungrier beneath the concern - and that, paired with how incredibly good he looked with his reading glasses, caused your cheeks to flush.
„I - what?“, you asked him, having completely forgotten about alchemy and the proper ratio for red clover and amaranth in antidotes for the moment.
Fiyero chuckled. „Already speechless …“
You rolled your eyes at his comment, casting about for a snappy remark, but just then, Fiyero gently squeezed both your hands once more, before both his hands settled on the insides of your thighs, dangerously close to the hem of the skirt of your Shiz uniform.
„The proper ratio for red clover and amaranth in antidotes for poisons that aim at bending the free will, I’m sure you remember that, love?“
His tone was entirely light and innocent, but the dark, hungry gleam in his eyes and his satisfied smirk told you that he knew exactly what he was doing to you, when his hands started to slide higher, and higher, underneath your skirt, until you felt his fingertips brushing against the soft, sensitive skin of the inside of your thigh.
Your breath hitched, you couldn’t help it.
Fiyero leaned even closer towards you then, his eyes finding yours again.
„The proper ratio, darling?“, he asked you again, just when his fingertips started to explore the skin of your thighs with teasing, soft touches.
„I - I“, you stuttered, trying your hardest the recall the notes you’d taken concerning the particular question, but to no avail. Your mind was focused entirely on just one thing: Fiyero.
The way he was looking up at you, now not even trying to conceal the hunger in his eyes, was making you feel dizzy, and his fingertips, wandering ever higher, now dangerously close to the seam of your underwear, kept you on edge, and you felt your heart start to beat faster.
Fiyero chuckled, just as his fingertips brushed innocently over your clothed mound.
You squirmed, your breath hitching, and your hands gripped at the arms of your desk chair, your grip so tight that your knuckles whitened.
„If you want, I could help you out, love“, he said, his dark eyes finding yours again. Normally, you’d have rolled your eyes at his blatant innuendo, but as it was, all you found yourself able to do was trying to lean into his touch, wanting - no, needing - to feel the delicious friction of his fingertips against your core again.
Fiyero held your gaze, all while his fingertips brushed over your clothed core again. You sighed, closing your eyes in relief, though the relief was only short-lived.
Heat was starting to build in your stomach, and again, you found yourself leaning into Fiyero’s touch, your hands leaving the desk chair, and reaching for Fiyero, settling on his shoulders.
„The proper ratio, love“, Fiyero said, his fingers now drawing teasing circles over the fabric of your underwear, „is very important to remember, because due to red clover’s strong effect on the mind, it could quickly act as neutralizing, instead of amplifying when used in too high dosages.“
Your eyes widened. Now that Fiyero explained it, you were able to recall the information yourself, even able to conjure up the image of the flashcard containing that particular information in your mind. What really had you staring at your boyfriend in awestruck fascination though, was the fact that he was able to recall such information at all, given his current circumstances.
If the roles had been reversed, you wouldn’t have been able to concentrate on anything but him, you thought, as your eyes found Fiyero’s again.
He smirked at you, watching as your cheeks flushed, as he increased the pressure of his fingertips on your core.
„Fiyero“, you said breathlessly, breath hitching when, suddenly, his hands settled on your waist with a strong grip, and he drew you in even closer towards him. When his grip on you relaxed, your legs fell open almost instinctually, effectively trapping Fiyero between your thighs.
He didn’t seem to mind in the slightest however, the dark glint in his eyes intensifying.
„Not quite the answer I was looking for“, he said, his tone casual, almost matter of-factly, which was in stark contrast to his knowing, satisfied smirk and his wandering fingertips, which brushed against your underwear again, until he finally, finally took mercy on you and slipped his fingers beneath the fabric.
„But I suppose it’ll do just as well“, he muttered, his eyes finding yours, as his fingers brushed over your core again, this time without the irksome barrier of your underwear in the way.
You whined, trying to lean into his touch, but Fiyero didn’t increase the pressure of his touch, continuing to draw teasing circles over your core.
„Fiyero“, you said, breath hitching, „please, I - I … I - just - please …“
It was torture, what he was doing to you, you thought. Complete torture. Kneeling between your thighs, his hair tousled just the way you liked it, looking up at you with a dark, hungry expression in his eyes behind his glasses, and yet he still wouldn’t touch you - not really, not in the way you really needed him to.
„Please, just - just touch me, please, I-“, the rest of your words was lost to the breathless, loud whine you let out, when suddenly, without warning, the pressure of his touch on your core increased, and he started rubbing your sensitive bundle of nerves in earnest, while he used his other hand to impatiently tug your underwear down your legs.
„The proper ratio is always double the amount of amaranth, due to red clover’s strong effectiveness“, Fiyero said, his own voice now sounding breathless. Having managed to successfully wrangle your underwear down your legs, his left hand settled on the inside of your thigh again.
Continuing to rub your bundle of nerves with his right hand, his left hand moved up your thigh, his fingertips edging ever closer towards your core, until he stopped his movements just when his fingertips had grazed against your core.
„Though I suppose you’ve answered the first part of my question, which means that you’re due a reward.“
When he finally pushed two fingers into you, you could have cried out in relief. Your grip on his shoulder blades tightened, but Fiyero didn’t seem to mind in the slightest.
The thought that you should probably feel embarrassed by how you’d already turned to putty in his hands, how wet you already were, briefly crossed your mind, but then Fiyero started to pump his fingers in and out of you in a torturously slow rhythm, and every other thought but how incredibly good he made you feel, seemed to fade from your mind.
„But maybe you do remember what the best time for picking red clover is? It was in another footnote on the flashcard, love“, Fiyero said, his own voice sounding increasingly breathless and strained as his eyes found yours again.
How he could recall any of the contents of your flashcards at all when he currently had two fingers buried deep inside of you, curling them just the way he knew drove you wild, repeatedly hitting your sweet spot, was entirely beyond you.
As it was, you barely managed to wheeze out „Mid-Midnight“, before moaning embarrassingly loud, when Fiyero added a third finger, stretching you open even wider.
„Good girl“, Fiyero groaned, his hand leaving your clit for a moment as he hitched your right leg up over his shoulder. The fingers of his other hand were still buried deep inside you and you felt yourself squeezing around him, your breath hitching, the new angle almost making you see stars in front of your eyes.
The aching heat in your belly was building and building with every stroke of Fiyero’s fingers and soon you found yourself moving your hips in time with his hands, meeting his thrusts and seeking out more and more and more of the delicious friction.
But then, just when you were chasing after your peak, feeling the aching, delicious heat in you building and building, Fiyero abruptly stopped his movements.
At this, you actually did let out a cry of frustration, not caring about anything but your denied peak and the fact that Fiyero’s fingers were still buried deep inside of you, yet he was refusing to move them, denying you what you so desperately wanted - no, needed.
„Fiyero, please-“
„One last question, darling“, he said, his voice sounding rough and strained, and his hand left your clit again and you watched him with wide eyes and flushed cheeks as he carelessly took of his glasses, tossing them to the side.
„From here on out, will you listen to me, Elphie and Glinda when we’re concerned about you?“
The question caught you off guard, and you found yourself leaning forwards, wanting to be closer to Fiyero, but the sudden movement only caused his fingers to slide deeper into you.
„I - what?“, you moaned, biting down hard on your lip.
Fiyero’s dark eyes found yours again, his gaze serious. „You’ll listen to me when I’ll tell you to take a break? Exams are important, but so is your health, darling.“
As if to punctuate his point, he curled his fingers again, hitting your sweet spot perfectly.
„Yes, Sweet Oz, yes“, you whined desperately, your hips rocking forward again, „yes, I - anything you want, Fiyero, just please-“
„Good girl.“
And without further warning, Fiyero lowered his head between your thighs, and you felt his lips right were you so desperately needed them. And instead of continuing to tease you and work you into a desperate, frenzy mess like he usually would with featherlight kisses against your core, he immediately licked a flat stripe over your slit with his tongue.
„Fiyero!“
You nearly came undone right then and there. His tongue immediately delved into your folds, replacing his fingers, giving you exactly what you needed.
Your fingers found their way into Fiyero’s hair, tugging at his strands maybe a little too harshly, but if the low, satisfied groan that escaped him was any indication, he seemed to enjoy it, like he usually did.
Fiyero pressed his thumb to your clit again, applying just the right amount of pressure, as his tongue continued to slide in and out of you, perfectly hitting your sweet spot repeatedly.
Soon, you were a quivering, panting mess, desperately arching your back and bucking your hips up to meet the sure, confident strokes of Fiyero’s tongue. You found yourself clenching around him again, as the pleasurable heat in your core kept building, nearly at its breaking point.
A whiny, desperate moan escaped you, and you found your grip on Fiyero’s hair tightening even more.
„Fiyero, I - I - fuck!“, you panted, unable to string together a coherent sentence anymore.
Fiyero seemed to understand what you were trying to tell him, though, for he replaced his tongue with his fingers again, setting a brutal, unforgiving pace, as he swirled his tongue over your now swollen, incredibly sensitive bundle of nerves.
„I - Fiyero“, you panted.
You were so close, so incredibly close-
„Don’t hold back“, Fiyero now groaned, the hand that had been previously settled on your hip reaching up, and you immediately reached for it, „come for me, good girl.“
That did the trick.
The coil in your belly snapped, and overwhelming waves of pleasure crested over you.
You came, with a loud cry of Fiyero’s name on your lips, and squeezing his hand so tightly, your fingernails digging into his skin that you were sure they were going to leave crescent shaped marks on his skin.
Fiyero took everything you gave him, guiding you through your high, as he squeezed your hand back, his thumb rubbing gentle circles over your skin, greedily lapping up all your juices.
For a few, incredible moments there was nothing but Fiyero and the waves of pleasure claiming you.
Then, slowly, you started coming back down from your high. Fiyero was still kneeling between your legs, his tongue greedily lapping up the last of your juices and you squirmed from the overstimulation. Fiyero didn’t let you pull away from him, though.
Only after lapping up the last drop, and, looking at you with a knowing, challenging expression in his eyes as he pressed his lips right against your swollen, sensitive nub - which had you squirming, moaning unintelligible nothings, your grip on his hair tightening once more - did he pull away, gently sliding your leg back down from his shoulder, before gently scooping you up in his arms.
You felt like putty in his hands, nothing more than a tangle of limbs.
You were still breathing heavily as he sat down in your desk chair, gently positioning you in his lap. Fiyero tucked your head against his chest, softly stroking your hair as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear, while you continued to come back down from your high.
After a few moments, you found the strength to reach for Fiyero’s hand, threading your fingers together.
His eyes found yours again, and the love for you you saw in them, nearly took your breath away again.
„Sweet Oz, that was incredible, you’re - fuck, I love you so much, Fiyero“, you said, reaching up and pressing your lips to his.
Fiyero let out a soft noise at your words, kissing you back softly. The kiss was slow and sweet, and though you could feel how aroused he still was, you wanted to bask in this slower moment with him for a bit longer.
When Fiyero broke the kiss, he leaned his forehead against yours, cupping your cheek with his free hand. „By Oz, you’re incredible, darling. I love you so much.“
You smiled, pressing another soft kiss against his lips.
When Fiyero pulled back again, his eyes were still soft and full of love, but his lips slowly formed into a smirk. „Though, what was that bit about studying quietly being the usual thing to do?“
You rolled your eyes. „You’re unbelievable, you know that?“
He just smirked. „Maybe so, but you love it.“
Seeing as there was no point in his arguing this particular sentiment, you just pressed your lips to his again, though this time not nearly as softly and sweetly as before. Fiyero groaned, deepening the kiss.
You reached up, winding your arms around his neck.
You had a feeling that you were not going to leave your room for quite some time. Not that you minded, not even in the slightest.
Bucky Barnes x reader short fic in which Bucky gets attached to Jeff the Land Shark.
warnings/tags : established relationship. Passing mention of trauma. Lots of fluff. A land shark?
note : I once again wrote a fic because I have been playing way too much Marvel Rivals
The knock on your apartment door was more frantic than usual. When you swung it open, you were greeted by none other than Kate Bishop, her ponytail askew, a quiver of arrows hanging off one shoulder, and trudging behind her was… ohmygodohmygod what is that?
It appeared to be a small, shark-like creature. With stubby legs. And an alarming number of very sharp teeth.
“Hey! So, uh, long story short—” Kate started breathlessly, but you raised a hand to stop her.
“Kate,” you said, gesturing toward the little creature that wiggled and waved its tiny fins like an excited puppy. If it was so weird… why was it so cute? “What is that?”
“Oh, this is Jeff the Land Shark!” Kate said brightly. “Isn’t he adorable?”
“Jeff the…what?” You stared, puzzled at the tiny creature as its toothy grin stretched even wider.
Kate chuckled nervously but breezed past you, setting Jeff down on your couch. “It’s a long story and it involves MODOK, so you know it wasn’t great— But! He’s our friend now, and I need you to watch him for a couple of days while I’m out on a mission, and no one else is free, pretty please?”
You blinked once. Them twice. “Kate, I have no idea how to take care of a land shark! What does he even eat?”
Kate waved off your concerns. “He’s super low-maintenance. He’s basically a puppy but…with fins. He eats anything you’ll give him—and he loves belly rubs. Trust me, you’ll be fine!”
“Fine, fine,” you groaned, pinching the bridge of your nose. “But if Bucky freaks out, this is all on you.”
“Thank you!” She sighed, relieved that someone finally agreed, “You’re, like, the best closest-thing-to-a-big sister I could ask for!” Kate grinned and hugged you tightly before rushing out the door. “Bye, Jeff, be good!”
Jeff let out a little arrf and flopped over onto the couch cushions, wagging his tail fin like a dog.
It wasn’t long before you realised that he was… surprisingly pleasant.
A couple of hours later, you were in the kitchen when you heard the front door open and close.
“Hey, sweetie!” you called out.
“Hey,” Bucky replied, his boots thumping on the floor. “What smells so good?”
“Just some pasta,” you said as you turned to greet him. He was shrugging off his jacket, a faint smile on his face—until his eyes landed on the couch.
Bucky froze mid-step. “Uh, doll? Why is there a…thing on the couch?”
You turned to see Jeff sprawled out, tongue hanging out like a golden retriever. “Oh, that’s Jeff,” you tried to say casually, carefully not to freak your boyfriend-from-the-40s out.
Bucky stared at you, then at Jeff, then back at you. “What the hell is a Jeff?”
“A land shark,” you said, suppressing a laugh at his baffled expression.
“A land shark,” he repeated, deadpanned.
“Yeah. Kate needed someone to watch him, and I didn’t think you’d mind.”
Jeff, as if sensing he was being talked about, leapt off the couch and waddled over to Bucky, grunting happily. Bucky tensed, his metal hand hovering near his knife, but Jeff only licked his boot and flopped onto his feet like a cat.
Bucky looked down at the creature, then at you.
“I think… he likes you,” you said with a grin.
“Is it…safe?” Bucky asked, still not moving.
“I think so,” you considered, “Kate said he’s like a puppy.”
“Kate also thought shooting me with one of her confetti arrows was a good idea,” he muttered, but crouched down anyway to get a better look. Jeff wagged his tail fin and nuzzled Bucky’s vibranium hand.
"Huh," Bucky said, trying to suppress a smile. "He’s… kinda cute."
By the next day, Bucky and Jeff were inseparable.
Jeff followed him around the apartment like a loyal dog, wagging his tail whenever Bucky scratched behind his fins and gave him belt rubs. And to your surprise, Bucky seemed to genuinely enjoy the little shark’s company. You even caught him sneaking Jeff treats more than once, and you were pretty sure he’d started talking to him when he thought you weren’t listening.
"You’re just like me, aren’t you, Jeff?" Bucky muttered one evening as the two of them lounged together. Jeff was curled up on Bucky’s lap, snoring quietly. "People take one look at you and think you’re dangerous. But you’re just a good boy, aren’t you?"
Your heart practically melted at the sight.
When Kate came to pick Jeff up a week later, the two of them were playing tug-of-war with a new toy Bucky had bought for him.
“So…how’s Jeff?” Kate asked as she stepped into the apartment, looking suspiciously at the way Bucky glared at her.
“He’s fine,” you said, laughing nervously.
“I’m here to pick him up,” she said, crouching down and calling, “C’mere, Jeff!”
But Jeff didn’t move. Instead, he curled up next to Bucky’s legs, who crossed his arms protectively.
“I don’t think he wants to leave,” you said, biting back a smile.
Bucky nodded firmly. “He’s happy here.”
Kate’s jaw dropped. “Bucky, you can’t steal Jeff!”
"Maybe…" you began, glancing between the three of them. "Maybe we could, like, share custody?”
Kate considered it for a long while, but eventually, her eyes lit up. "That’s… not a bad idea,” she admitted, “Jeff, you hear that? You get two homes now!"
Jeff arrfed happily, and even Bucky smiled.
"Fine," Bucky said, scratching Jeff under the chin. "But I get visitation rights. And he’s staying over every other weekend."
Kate laughed. "Deal."
From then, Jeff became a permanent part of your family, splitting his time between yours and Kate’s. Everytime he waddled through the door, Bucky greeted him with a wide smile and a "Hey, buddy," like they’d been best friends forever.
Because really, considering what they’ve both been through, they kind of were.
"I feel like this is a bit of a waste Carlisle, you've had this bottle for generations - literally - i can't use it to try making mulled wine" you say, eyes darting over to size up the undoubtably expensive, 18th century Chianti red wine. "This is ridiculous, it basically costs more than my life!"
Carlisle chuckles and looks to the floor, "My love, I'm not going to be the one to drink it. You wanted to try making mulled wine and I already have this at home. Do I need to buy you another island to prove how much I care?" He hugs you from behind and rests his chin atop your head while you stare at the stovetop, obviously debating in your mind.
"What if we- what if we tested on cheap wine first! If I like it I like it, and you can give this as a gift or something. Maybe Aro will like it"
"Ah yes, because Aro as a vampire famously is able to drink more than just blood. He's got a pallet for these things" he jokes. Carlisle watches as you startle a little when his hands leave your waist and pull open the cork from the bottle, a swift 'pop' sound and it's done.
"Carlisle! That was like, I don't even know how much money-"
"- and you don't need to know" he cuts you off, turning your head so he can kiss you. There's an obvious lovestruck look in his eyes, but then again thats always there when he's looking at you. "But the bottle's open now, so we may as well use it or else it will be a waste."
You stutter over a response to no avail, simply leaning back into him for a moment with a laugh of disbelief. "I love you too," is all you can muster up in your brain right now as you light the stove and begin looking through the cupboards for herbs and spices.
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"So was you wanting another island for Christmas? I can make that happen..."
No, he fucking loved her. He finally found someone like him, someone with power so unique it would be known throughout the world. Someone who he could love forever after watching countless loved ones die. I know he wanted power, but he grew up being hunted, being treated less than because of what he is. How can you expect him to act any different? He loved her.
Could I request a Fiyero fic with this prompt from the secrets of us list? “You’re the risk, I’m gonna take it.” Maybe the reader is like an elphaba type character and Fiyero goes with her to the emerald city instead of Glinda? Love your work btw 💚
hi anon! i'm so happy with this request lol i had loads of fun with it
author's note; not exactly like elphaba (i didnt rlly wanna copy entirely) but i try hehe, took a bit from the real scene. also, part two coming?? 👀
prompts; “You’re the risk, I’m gonna take it.”
summary; fiyero always wants his best friend to bloom, but he realised he didn't want to miss it either
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Fiyero Tigelaar was not the kind to think too much. He preferred to just glide through his days, remaining as carefree as ever.
But he wasn't an idiot. And he definitely wasn't blind.
When he met her in the garden in Shiz, while she was perfecting some technique that Morrible taught her, he knew she was different. She could grow flowers from a simple touch, creating the most beautiful of plants without even planting a seed.
She was magical. And she was beautiful.
Morrible wasn't the only one taken with her, albeit for a different reason. Fiyero found himself constantly within her vicinity, drawn to her in an inexplicable way.
He became a constant presence around her, sometimes bringing her a bouquet of sticks as a little joke, knowing she can grow the flowers as she liked. It became an inside joke, a little side project for them both — he went looking for broken branches and sticks with leaves but no flowers, and she'd grow them at will.
"You haven't done peonies," he commented one day as they were outside in a secluded corner of the university field, under a tree.
She was sitting against the bark, a book in her lap about magic from Morrible's own shelf. Fiyero was coming back from a bush, holding up another stray branch for her.
She laughed then, accepting it from him.
"My dorm is becoming a jungle," she mused.
"Then I'll keep some in mine," he shrugged, before urging again; "peonies."
The smile on her face was enough to make his typical cheeky and charming self soften into something more genuine. There was something about her that felt bright, warm — like a new bloom in spring.
She let her fingers gently glide along the small branch, intending deep in her mind and heart for it to bloom into a peony. It sure did — a beautiful, vibrant blue one.
"To match your eyes," she commented with a smile as she tucked it in his breast pocket.
He never let that peony go from that day onwards. It was an ever present part of his attire, always in his breast pocket. He quickly discovered whatever she grew, never wilted. It just remained as alive as ever, real long-lasting flowers.
She'd wanted to do something more. To grow something bigger. Or something with more flowers. She wanted to push the limits of her power, find out how far she could go.
Especially after another session with Morrible who told her about the Wizard. Meeting the Wizard was always a dream of hers since she was a child. Honestly, who in Oz didn't want to? But Morrible did say if she wanted to meet the Wizard, she should prove herself. Be better.
So that's what she was aiming to do. But, naturally, she didn't go alone.
She found Fiyero with some other students as he talked at them, because everyone wants to listen to the Winkie Prince. She was amused, but she couldn't let it prolong. So she went over and politely dragged him away from the others.
“Where to, flower?” Fiyero asked with a smile as he willingly went off with her.
“Forest. I have homework.”
His brows furrowed as he looked down at her, a little confused at the situation.
“You want to do homework in the forest?” he repeated, checking if he was correct.
She looked up at him, still linking their arms together as she led him out of the campus gates and towards the treeline. The only response he got was a smile and nod.
He chuckled at how nonchalant she was. He was curious, but by now he learned not to question it. That was exactly how their dynamics ran. Their. . . friendship. Best friendship.
Yeah. Just that.
She was trying to find a nice spot. He'd moved his arm so he could hold her hand instead, making it easier for them to navigate the terrain. Eventually she seemed satisfied with what she found, a small area by a little pond surrounded by bushes.
She led him to it, making them put their bookbags down on the grass before she knelt down by the pond. He might still be lost as to why they were here, but he was always one to go with the flow. So he took off his blazer and set it carefully over their bags, before coming to join her side.
“Morrible wrote a letter to the Wizard,” she finally informed.
With a smile full of hope, she looked over at him.
“She thinks I have a chance to meet him. But of course, I still have to be better. Prove myself worthy,” she continued.
He gave her his full attention as she talked, his eyes locked on her the whole time. Something bloomed in his chest as he saw how hopeful and excited she looked, like a child finally getting what they wanted.
“You're more than worthy,” he said softly.
She met his gaze, her smile so genuine and bright that Fiyero was certain she was the embodiment of the sun itself.
“I wanted to try something. Experiment some more,” she explained why they were there in the first place.
So Fiyero sat right there with her, keeping her company and giving encouragement as she tried multiple tricks. Trying to do bigger and better things. She often got frustrated when it didn't work, but he was always there to reassure her.
Like some kind of angel on her shoulder all the time.
It felt like a dream.
They were at the train station, a lot of her classmates seeing her off as she waited for the bullet train.
The Wizard had invited her to the Emerald City to see him — an absolute dream come true.
She was happy. Why wouldn't she be? This was what she's always wanted, everything she's worked for. To meet the Wizard and be his apprentice. To make Oz an even better place than it was.
Dreams, dreams, dreams.
Except something was missing. She looked around the platform, trying to find a pair of familiar blue eyes but they were absent. It didn't feel right to leave if she didn't see him first. She didn't even see him at Shiz earlier.
It was almost as if he was avoiding her.
Until she heard some thudding footsteps on the platform coming up behind her, making her turn her head and finally — there he was.
“No, I'm not late,” Fiyero spoke before she could even greet him. “I'm a prince, everyone's always arriving before me.”
She raised her brows in amusement, looking up at him knowingly. He had that usual charming persona again. The Winkie Prince everyone adored. But she knew better.
“Of course,” she went with it anyway.
They both simply chuckled together, standing in front of another with an odd sense of understanding. She was going off, chasing her dreams. They both knew this.
“You're going to do wonderful things, flower,” he said softly.
His eyes were looking at her like she was the only thing in existence at the moment. He was looking at his best friend like nothing else mattered. She was almost sure she saw a hint of longing there already, and she hadn't even left.
“Here's hoping,” she nodded with a soft smile.
“No, I know it,” he assured. “You're a remarkable person, you know?”
She gazed up at him with a gentle smile. Her eyes shone with something unspoken. She had so much she wanted to say before she left. She didn't even know how long it'd be until they saw each other again.
She suddenly wanted more time.
“It'll be different without you.”
She didn't quite expect him to be the one to admit that first. She knows. But she couldn't quite say it.
“You'll be fine. You've got the entirety of Shiz wrapped around your pinky,” she smiled softly.
Though it was more bittersweet than the usual bright ones that lit up even the darkest days. He noticed — he always would.
“They are,” he admitted, forcing a chuckle.
“None of them are you though.”
Her heart fluttered. His addition was so casual, but she could tell he wasn't just being charming as he always was. He was being sincere. He didn't think they compared to her. Not a single one.
She opened her mouth to speak, but then the train conductor called out for the passenger to board.
“Go,” he urged, giving her a smile when her head turned back to him instead of the train.
“Do what you do best. Bloom,” he said earnestly, reaching out to put a flower in her hair — the blue peony he'd been holding onto so dearly.
She nodded, about to step forward. She wanted to do something. One last thing. But instead she smiled, wishing him goodbye for now and got onto the train.
Fiyero stayed, watching her go. She was standing by the doorway of the train, waving everyone goodbye as it started a slow departure.
Her eyes were mainly on him though, a million unspoken words between them. He put his hands in his pocket, and only then did he realise he'd forgotten something.
“Wait!”
He jogged to get to her before the train could get past the platform, holding out a piece of paper. She held onto the railing, taking it from him.
“Keep it,” he said simply.
She unfolded the paper, finding it to be a drawing. She never realised he drew. It was a clear, pretty detailed drawing of her in pencil. It was probably from the day they were in the forest, when she was trying to do bigger tricks with her powers. There was a note in his familiar writing at the bottom;
'I hope you never stop blooming, wherever you find yourself to be — Your Fiyero'
She looked up, catching his eyes again.
Now or never.
“Come with me!”
Fiyero's eyes widened, before he jogged a little further to get closer to her. He was sure he heard wrong. She couldn't be asking that of him. Right?
“C'mon! You'll miss it,” she urged, holding a hand out.
They were inches away from the end of the platform. Inches away from her going away to the Emerald City indefinitely.
Fiyero hesitated. This was her dream. He'd never considered meeting the Wizard, not once. But he was starting to realise — he'd do just about anything for her.
Going off with her now was a risk. It could go badly, but then again, since when did he stress over rules?
He sped up, reaching out to grab her hand and letting her help him as he jumped right into the train. She nearly fell back when he jumped, both of them stumbling in.
His arms were quick to grab her, wrapping around her waist and keeping her close as he raised a hand to keep them both standing by holding onto a railing. Her own hands gripped onto his jacket, a laugh leaving her as she realised he just took that leap.
“I'll say, I didn't think you'd do it,” she admitted.
They were still flush against one another. Not that either of them minded.
His lips curved into a smile, almost flirtatious as he held her close like that.
“You underestimate what I'd do for you.”
She couldn't help it — she beamed up at him, feeling oddly happier now. Seeing the Wizard was always her dream. It's just that today, something felt odd. Until now, the second he took that leap to join her.
Fiyero had always found her fascinating. He was intrigued with her powers, first. Then he got to know her, finding out the kind of person she was. Oddly enough, they mellowed each other out perfectly. A good balance of reckless and organised.
They were perfect together. In every sense. He'd never been scared about making moves before. Usually it'd only take hours before he was shooting his shot with someone.
Not her though. It's been months of pure friendship first, despite the obvious attraction. But as he stood here, holding her after doing what was possibly the craziest thing in his life — which was saying something because he's done a lot in his short lifetime — he realised he wanted more.
Just friends wasn't enough anymore.
His eyes were locked with hers. She didn't look or move away. Her smile remained, even as her gaze momentarily drifted to his lips. She was sending all the right signals on purpose.
So he wasn't throwing away his shot this time. One hand went up to cup her cheek, caressing the swell of it gently before leaning in. A second's pause, just in case she changes her mind — she didn't.
His lips met hers sweetly. Finally. He kissed her like he was handling the most precious cargo, soft and slow yet they could both feel all the yearning that's been burning like a candle all this while.
He knew then and there; she was certainly a risk worth taking.
author’s note; this whole part 1 & 2 is actually inspired and based on In the Heights, Mr Lin’s musical that got me so hooked atm. this part 2 got me really i don’t know 🤷🏻♀️ btw guys im taking requests and prompts 🫶🏻 merry christmas and happy holidays 🎄🎁😘
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Days turned into weeks, and the silence between you and Fiyero remained unbroken. He threw himself into his studies, determined to prove—both to himself and to you—that he could change.
Every moment spent working was a step toward becoming the version of himself he wished you could see. He’d seen the disappointment in your eyes when you left, and it gnawed at him more than he cared to admit.
He would sit for hours, poring over textbooks that once seemed meaningless. The endless sea of notes and assignments that felt like a mountain to climb now seemed like a challenge he was determined to conquer.
But no matter how many times he read over the same paragraph, he could never seem to shake the thought of you. Your face. Your words. He had promised himself he would fix things, but every time he looked in the mirror, the person staring back at him seemed like someone unworthy of your forgiveness.
One afternoon, as he walked across the grounds with Elphaba and Galinda, he found himself distracted once more.
“I’ll admit, I didn’t expect you to actually start doing your assignments,” Elphaba quipped, her voice dry but carrying a trace of admiration.
Fiyero chuckled softly but didn’t respond immediately. His mind, as usual, was elsewhere.
Finally, he said, almost to himself, “Someone told me once that hiding behind charm and parties isn’t living—it’s running away.”
Both women glanced at him, their gazes following his, as it landed on you.
Across the lawn, you stood laughing with your friends, radiant in the sunlight, carefree in a way Fiyero had once admired. You seemed to be light years away, lost in a moment of happiness that didn’t include him.
Elphaba and Galinda exchanged a knowing look. Galinda, ever the optimist, nudged him with a grin.
He swallowed, his throat tight. The guilt that had been lingering at the edge of his consciousness now settled like a weight in his chest.
“I’m trying,” he muttered, more to himself than to anyone else.
"I want to be better, but I don’t even know where to start."
“Maybe start by telling her the truth,” Elphaba said softly. "The one thing you never seem to do."
Fiyero didn’t respond, his heart aching as he watched you disappear into the crowd, your laughter ringing in his ears.
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As the semester drew to a close and winter break approached, you prepared to return home to your family. There was a certain finality to packing your bags that unsettled you, as though you were preparing for an end that wasn’t entirely resolved.
But there was something more pressing to do. Something you hadn’t been able to get out of your mind.
The gift sat in your room—a small token of appreciation you had purchased weeks ago, long before the argument with Fiyero. You had considered leaving it behind, convinced that a gesture from the past wouldn’t fix what had been broken.
But in the silence that had stretched between you, something in you refused to let it go. This wasn’t just about the gift; it was about closure.
You found yourself standing outside his door before you could talk yourself out of it, knuckles rapping against the wood with a steady, rhythmic beat.
The door swung open to reveal a surprised and slightly disheveled Fiyero. His hair was tousled, his shirt slightly unbuttoned at the collar, and his eyes widened at the sight of you.
“Y/N!” he said, his voice a mix of shock and nervous energy.
“What—what are you doing here? Come in!”
You stepped inside, the familiar space feeling strangely foreign now. He hastily cleared a chair for you, pushing aside a pile of clothes from the bed.
His flustered demeanor was a far cry from the aloof charm he usually exuded, reminding you of the Fiyero you once knew—the one who always seemed caught between effortlessness and chaos.
“I, uh… I got you something,” you said, holding out the gift. Your hands were shaking slightly, but you forced yourself to maintain composure.
His brow furrowed in confusion as he took the package from you. “You didn’t have to—”
“I wanted to,” you interrupted, your tone firm but soft, the weight of everything unsaid hanging between you.
Fiyero unwrapped the small package, revealing a bottle of chilled champagne.
His eyes flicked from the bottle to you, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “No way…”
You nodded, the corners of your lips turning up slightly. “Cold champagne. Before I leave for break, I thought we could celebrate.”
Fiyero hesitated, the familiar glint of mischief dancing in his eyes as he grinned. “Alright, but I have no idea where Galinda keeps the cups.”
You laughed, feeling a sudden rush of warmth in your chest. “Who needs cups? We’re drinking straight from the bottle today.”
As he wrestled with the gold foil, you watched him, feeling a bittersweet ache. You had missed him more than you were willing to admit, but this moment—this quiet, shared moment—felt like a small step toward healing.
“Y’know,” you said, your voice quieter now, “Elphaba told me about the effort you’ve been putting into your classes. I’m proud of you, Fiyero. I know it couldn’t have been easy.”
He paused, glancing up at you with a sheepish smile, the weight of his recent efforts clear in his eyes. “Thanks. It means a lot, coming from you.”
You nodded, your chest tightening with emotions you weren’t sure how to name. “Before I leave, I just… I wanted to say that. And maybe take a walk with you—like old times.”
He looked at you, his expression softening, his eyes searching yours as if weighing something unspoken.
“Yeah,” he said, setting the bottle aside. “I’d like that.”
But as you turned to leave the room, something in you faltered. The words you had buried for weeks threatened to spill over.
“Fiyero,” you said, your voice trembling slightly, an unexpected vulnerability creeping in.
He turned to you, his brows knitting together in concern. “Yeah?”
“I… I’ve been trying to move forward, but it’s harder than I thought. I’ve missed you. More than I wanted to admit.”
His expression shifted—surprise, then something deeper, something raw and unguarded. He stepped toward you, his voice quieter now.
“I’ve missed you too, Y/N.”
Before either of you could second-guess the moment, you leaned in and kissed him—a kiss filled with everything you hadn’t been able to say. It was brief, but it left both of you breathless.
As you pulled away, you whispered, “I’m sorry.”
He reached for you, but you stepped back, shaking your head. “I need to go.”
“Y/N, wait—”
But it was too late. You turned and left, the door closing softly behind you.
From his window, Fiyero watched as you climbed into your waiting carriage, your bags already loaded. The bottle of champagne sat unopened on his desk, a bittersweet reminder of what had just slipped through his fingers.
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It had been weeks since you left for break, and though distance and time had passed, something between you had shifted. Fiyero had kept his promises—he worked harder than he ever had before, his grades improving, his future slowly taking shape. But he hadn’t stopped thinking about you.
As you returned to Shiz after the break, you found Fiyero waiting near the front steps of the dormitory, leaning against the stone wall with a nervous energy radiating from him.
When you locked eyes, you felt that familiar pull, the connection that had always been there despite everything.
“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice more earnest than you had ever heard it before.
“For everything. For being selfish. For not seeing what really mattered. I know it won’t be easy, but if you’ll let me, I want to make it right.”
You took a step forward, meeting him halfway, your heart racing. “I’m willing to try,” you said, your voice quieter, but steady.
And for the first time in months, you smiled—really smiled—as you reached out for his hand. A new beginning, maybe, but one that felt different from before. This time, it was real.
summary; you confronted Fiyero’s careless attitude, leaving him behind, wondering if he’d notice.
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The wind roared past the window, rattling the glass and filling Fiyero’s suite with a biting chill. Ozma Towers, with its grand halls and lavish rooms, felt colder than ever.
You sat at his desk, staring at the stack of neglected assignments and half-finished projects, the frustration boiling in your chest. You’d spent hours trying to pull him out of his downward spiral, but it always felt like trying to fill a broken jar—no matter how much you poured in, it leaked right back out.
“Fiyero, what do you mean you’re going to Ozdust again?” you called out sharply, hearing him rummage through his wardrobe behind you.
“You’ve been there every night this week with Galinda. Don’t you think it’s time to focus on your work? You’re failing half your classes.”
His laugh echoed from the other side of the room, light and careless.
“Relax, sweetheart,” he said, stepping into view with his shirt untucked.
“You’re always so tense. You really should learn to let go.” He leaned against the edge of the desk, his smirk infuriatingly lazy.
“I see I still haven’t corrupted you yet.”
“Corrupted me?” you snapped, turning to glare at him.
“Is that what you call this? Dragging everyone down with you? Your friends, your grades, your future? Do you even care about anything?”
His smirk deepened as he reached for his coat, moving with the same infuriating ease he always did.
“Of course, I care,” he said, his tone dripping with mock sincerity.
“I care about enjoying life. About living in the moment. You should try it sometime.”
“Living in the moment?” you shot back, standing abruptly.
“You think ignoring your responsibilities is living? Pretending nothing matters isn’t freeing, Fiyero. It’s pathetic.”
His expression flickered for a moment—just a moment. Something raw and unguarded flashed in his eyes, but it was gone before you could name it.
“What’s so wrong with not caring?” he asked quietly, his voice softer than before.
“What if none of this matters? What if it’s all just… meaningless?”
You froze, the anger in your chest dimming for a second. “That’s why you do this, isn’t it?” you said, your voice quieter now.
“You act like nothing matters because you’re scared it doesn’t. But Fiyero, hiding behind parties and charm isn’t living—it’s running away.”
For a second, you thought you’d gotten through to him. He looked at you like he might say something real, something honest. But then, with a shrug, his mask slipped back into place.
“Maybe,” he said, his grin returning, though it didn’t reach his eyes.
“But at least I know how to have fun. You? You’re so obsessed with trying to matter that you don’t even know how to enjoy yourself.”
You stared at him, your fists clenching at your sides.
“Do you think this is fun for me?” you snapped.
“Do you think I enjoy cleaning up your messes while you throw everything away? You’re selfish, Fiyero. And I’m done.”
His grin faltered. “Where are you going?” he asked, his voice laced with something you couldn’t place—confusion, annoyance, maybe regret.
You grabbed your bag and stormed toward the door, your chest heaving with anger and disappointment.
Pausing for a moment, you turned back to him, your voice cold and cutting.
“Do your own work for once. Or don’t. I don’t care anymore. I’ll just be dancing through life, like you said.”
The words hung in the air, heavy with bitterness. You didn’t wait for a response.
The wind howled louder as you stepped into the hallway, slamming the door behind you. It cut through your coat, chilling you to the bone, but you didn’t stop walking.
Your mind raced, replaying his words over and over, the ache in your chest growing with every step.
You told yourself you were done. Done with his excuses, his charm, and his endless refusal to care. But as the cold wind whipped around you, you couldn’t help but wonder if he even noticed you were gone—or if he’d just keep dancing through life without a second thought.
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should I do a part 2? should I also do requests? what do you guys think?
