summary: you are forced to pair with up fiyero for a history project. things donβt go as you imagine.
featuring (one sided) rivals to lovers, constantly stressed reader and constantly flirting fiyero, and a sprinkle of angst in a lot of fluff with even more banter
overall warning(s): reader is insecure and stressed to the max bc she is an academic weapon! but this is basically all fluff
total wc: 15,311
part 1
β³ 5.5k words | doctor dillamond pairs you and fiyero together for his midterm. you promptly decide that you hate him.
part 2
β³ 4.9k words | turns out you have to spend a lot of time together to write a ten page essay. maybe you don't hate him that much.
part 3
β³ 4.7k words | things come to a head between you and fiyero in more ways than one.
Ozdust Confessions (Fiyero Tigelaar; Jonathan Bailey fc)
Pairing: Fiyero x Female Reader
Triggers: none - just slow burn and fluff
Summary: Everyone knows you like each other. But what about you two?
Everyone at Shiz had a talent for gossip, but when it came to you and Fiyero, they practically turned it into a competitive sport, whispering in the hallways, nudging each other as the two of you walked past, openly smirking whenever Fiyeroβs hand brushed your back just a moment too long or whenever you laughed a little too hard at something he said. You insisted you were just friends. Fiyero insisted exactly the same thing. Yet somehow you kept finding yourselves walking to class together, sitting together, studying together, getting into trouble together, and sharing quiet moments that stretched just a little too close to something neither of you could quite name.
He had been your closest companion since the day you met him, all bright eyes and careless smiles, the type of man who seemed to glide through life with charm as his compass, but with you he softened in ways that made people stare with open curiosity. He listened to you, remembered things you said, leaned in whenever you spoke as though your thoughts were more interesting than anything else happening in Oz, a fact that only made your friends give you pointed looks every time Fiyero walked into a room and immediately sought you out with that unmistakable, boyishly eager grin.
The night of the Ozdust Ballroom party, that curiosity turned into certainty. Glinda had decorated every surface with shimmering enchantments that twisted light into soft colors, the music swelling through the room while students danced in groups and pairs, laughing beneath the floating gold dust that drifted from the chandeliers. You arrived with a small circle of friends, not expecting anything more than a night of dancing, but your stomach still tightened when you saw Fiyero already there, leaning casually against a pillar with a drink in hand and a smile that grew noticeably brighter the moment his eyes found yours.
He pushed away from the pillar before you had taken a full step into the room, weaving through clusters of people until he was in front of you, that familiar crooked grin tugging at his mouth as he gave a playful bow. His voice was warm when he spoke, almost too warm, and several nearby girls exchanged knowing glances. They all knew. Every last one of them.
βI was beginning to think you were going to make me wait all night,β he said, lifting his brows in an expression halfway between teasing and nervous, the type of expression he never wore unless he was looking at you.
You laughed despite yourself. βI did not know you were waiting.β
Fiyero shrugged, the movement casual, although the slight tension in his shoulders betrayed him. βI always wait for you.β
The words, simple as they were, rippled through you in a way that made your breath catch, and before you could think of a reply, Glinda bounced up behind you with a mischievous sparkle in her eyes, whispering just loud enough for you to hear, βWould you two stop pretending you are not in love and just dance already?β
You shot her a glare. Fiyero choked on his drink. And Glinda merely floated away with a satisfied smile.
The music shifted to something softer, a slow melody that wrapped itself around the crowded room like a spell. You started to step aside, planning to find your friends and ignore the twinge in your chest, but Fiyeroβs hand caught yours with surprising decisiveness, his fingers warm and steady as they curled around your own.
βDo not run away from me,β he said quietly.
You looked up at him, startled by the sincerity in his eyes. He was not teasing now. He was not playing the charming prince. He was simply Fiyero. The Fiyero who listened when you talked. The Fiyero who found excuses to sit beside you. The Fiyero who always seemed to be watching you even when he thought you would not notice.
βCome with me,β he added, giving your hand the slightest tug.
You let him lead you to the center of the ballroom, your heart thudding with a mix of nerves and something sweeter. The moment he placed his hands on your waist, your body nearly betrayed you by leaning into him instinctively, as though it had been waiting for this for far too long. His touch was gentle, careful in a way he would never admit to, and the heat of his palms seeped through the fabric of your dress, sending a quiet ache through your chest.
Fiyero pulled you closer, his breath brushing your temple as the two of you began to sway to the soft rhythm, moving slowly in a bubble of quiet that separated you from the crowd. People stared, of course. They always stared. But for once you did not care. Neither did he.
βYou look incredible tonight,β he murmured, his voice low enough that only you could hear. βThough you always do.β
Your heart fluttered at the compliment. βYou say that to everyone.β
βNo,β he said, the word firm and immediate. βI really do not.β
You swallowed, trying to steady yourself as you looked up into his eyes, only to find him already watching you with an expression that made your breath catch. He was nervous. Actually nervous. Fiyero Tiggular, the boy who never ran out of confidence, was staring at you as if waiting for permission to breathe.
βFiyero,β you whispered.
He stepped a fraction closer, his forehead almost touching yours. βDo you know how long I have wanted this?β
Your pulse jumped.
βFiyeroβ¦β
βEveryone sees it,β he continued softly. βEveryone except us. Or maybe we did see it. Maybe we were too afraid to say anything because it mattered too much.β
You tried to reply but your throat tightened, the emotions rising too quickly, too unexpectedly. His thumb brushed your waist, a silent reassurance that grounded you in place.
βTell me to stop,β he murmured, his voice trembling with a sincerity you had never heard from him before. βTell me to step away and I will. I swear I will.β
But you did not move.
You did not breathe.
You only stared at him, your heart pounding so loudly you were certain he could hear it.
βI will not tell you to stop,β you whispered.
Something in him broke then, something unguarded and unrestrained, and before you could register the movement, Fiyero cupped your jaw with both hands and kissed you, right there in the middle of the Ozdust, in full view of everyone who had spent the last month whispering about the two of you. It was soft at first, tentative, almost questioning, as if asking you again and again whether this was real, whether you wanted this as much as he did. You answered by sliding your hands up his chest, looping your arms around his neck, pressing closer until the kiss deepened with a breathless urgency that made him exhale a shaky sound against your mouth.
Fiyero pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against yours, his smile bright, disbelieving, beautifully vulnerable.
βI should have done that a long time ago,β he whispered.
You laughed softly, your fingers brushing his jaw. βYes. You should have.β
He kissed you again. And again. And again, each kiss sweeter and more certain than the last, while the music swelled and the room spun and the world seemed to fall away until nothing remained except the two of you.
Everyone at Shiz had known.
Everyone but you and him.
But not anymore.
Tonight, under shimmering enchantments and golden light, Fiyero finally made his move. And you finally kissed him back.
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things come to a head between you and fiyero in more ways than one.
DETESTATION | @delespresso
the constant back and forth was totally out of total detestation. . . right?
RERUN | @/delespresso
fiyero's arrival in shiz university had everyone in a frenzy, but especially a certain lady from winkie country
WINNER TAKES IT ALL |Β @/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
What Is This Feeling? | @munsonsmixtapes
you and Fiyero mistake your attraction to each other as loathing.Β Β
I'm Not That Girl | @/munsonsmixtapes
you think Fiyero is only flirting you to be nice because you're not the kind of girl he usually goes for, but he's more than eager to set the record straight when confusion arises
Hey, Jealously | @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 didnβt even know was making you laugh in the corner of the library?
to be changed. | @auroracalisto
to be vulnerable meant to be defenseless. it was a liability and that's all it ever would be. fiyero couldn't have that, now could he?Β
with all the power in oz |Β @/auroracalisto
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what is this feeling? | @maysileeewrites
Fiyero suddenly finds himself spending an unusual amount of time in the Shiz library
Dancing Through Life | @thesparkling-diamond27
Y/n Upperland of the Upper Uplands, cousin to Galinda Upand, doesnβt have a problem with Fiyero Tigelaar, but that doesntβt mean that she wants him around. However, after one simple walk with the Winkie Prince, Y/n discovers that heβs not so bad after all.
Hopeless | @c0s-lettuce
fiyero is an interesting, if not irritating, presence in your life. but he surprises you most when he asks you to tutor him.
The Shiz University Book Fair | @captainsophiestark
Fiyero made an enemy in his destruction of the library, but it might be just the spark he needs to find something in life that matters.
This is unexpected I know but I saw wicked recently and it changed me. I love that man so go ahead and call me Metallica because nothing else matters. Here, have my heart itβs yours.
your fiyero | @fireinmoonshot
Ever since Fiyero Tigelaar started at Shiz University, he found himself fascinated by you β the one student who didn't care about him. When he notices you starting to struggle with something, he'll do anything to make sure you're okay.
outline ; βHello, I'm new to your blog, but I saw that you were doing date everything character requests and saw on the masterlists that you did poly headcanons and fics, so I was wondering if it hasn't already been requested yet, if maybe I could request a general poly relationship headcanons or a fic (either one) with my favorite boys, Eddie and Volt? I just really love them both so much!! They are my ultimate husbandos~!!β
warning(s) ; none, just fluff!
they know what it feels like to be worn down and spread thin, to feel like youβre on the brink of total failure or collapse, so rest assured that whenever youβre exhausted or ill or injured these men will be the most supportive boyfriends you could ever ask for β after all, they know youβd do the same for them if the roles were reversed (and have in the past) so this is the least they can do
ever the pair of gentlemen, both eddie and volt are fans of hand kisses and that is the main way youβll be greeted once you three enter a proper relationship (a warm kiss to the back of your hand by volt or a lingering kiss to your knuckles from eddie)
the main ways that volt expresses his love for you and eddie are physical touch (heβs a very charming and tactile person by nature and unless heβs having to entertain patrons or is otherwise preoccupied he pretty much always has to be touching one of you in one way or another β sometimes innocently, absentmindedly even, other times more intentionally and with the goal of getting your attention back on himβ¦ or just generally riling you up, consumate flirt that he is) and words of affirmation (you two are his people, his partners, his loves, and the last thing he wants is to leave either of you doubting whether he truly cares for you or if you can really lean on and rely on him β so he never misses the chance to deescelate an argument, help you both brainstorm solutions, offer his support when he needs to, encourage you to do whatever youβre unsure about, or just to flirt with and flatter you both like itβs the sole reason he was put on this earthβ¦ plus he never wants to go through another tense period like he did way back when with eddieβ¦ that was a truly awful situation to live through)
eddie, meanwhile, usually shows his love for you both through acts of service (taking care of others, shouldering the responsibilities and stresses so nobody else has to, that comes naturally to eddie and once you three are together he starts taking care of you as well β in smaller ways and in larger ways that leave you feeling both seen as his partner and worried about all the duties heβs taking on in his quest to look after both of you β itβs partially out of habit, partially because heβs more about showing than tellingβ¦ which arguably is what makes him and volt such a good pair with their love languages balancing each other out quite nicely) and quality time (he may never say as much outright, but with all the stresses heβs faced throughout his life eddie has found himself wanting nothing more than to be able to spend some time alone with you both β just existing. not running around keeping the breaker box afloat, not out on elaborate dates, just being together in the same space for a while without being dragged down by the pressures of the world beyond your little throuple β you guys are his peace and despite his sarcastic quips he wouldnβt trade his time with you for the world)
they always have a seat open for you at the breaker box in your favourite location to be β whether thatβs at the bar in the comfiest stool they have, by the stage with the best view of the performers they have booked each night, or in a little nook in a quieter part of the building where the three of you can hide away from the chaos for a while and embrace the atmosphere in a less stressful way β and no matter how busy the place is at least one of them will try and stick by your side when youβre there (with your favourite drink in hand, obviously β only the best service for their beloved)
while volt is a much more overt flirt with both of you and seems to go above and beyond to fluster and flatter every time the opportunity arises, eddie is much more sparing and genuine with the compliments he gives. e.g. when volt calls you βelectrifyingβ heβs flirting like he breathes, he still means it of course but itβs just another compliment amongst the hundreds he utters everyday, but when eddie compliments you on a job well done after you help him with some maintainance work itβs the type of praise that sticks with you for days after the fact because you know he really means it
volt never stops calling you his βlive wireβ no matter how long youβve been together, but over time he does start to incorporate other pet names into his idiolect as well β and his tastes are more classic and flirtatious so you can expect for you and eddie to get called everything from βdarlingβ to βbeautiful/handsomeβ to βloveβ and anything else that tickles his fancy in the moment
eddie, however, isnβt as big on pet names as his boyfriend is and more often than not just refers to you both using your first names. at most he might very occasionally call you something more casual like βbabeβ or βsweetheartβ but, again, only maybe
they both get jealous sometimes but while volt will try and charm you or eddie away from the offending party, eddie is much more like to get snippy/rude/short with them until they finally get the picture and leave
if you have a chronic illness or a more temporary injury/condition that requires frequent appointments and for you to take medication to help mediate your symptoms, these two will make sure you keep on top of everything β with eddie taking care of the more practical side of things (reminders, scheduling, etc.) while volt keeps your spirits up and helps distract you from the worst side effects of whatever youβre dealing with (putting his charm to good use to make you laugh or charm you into taking that awful tasting medicine when youβre genuinely debating just dealing with the pain/discomfort/etc. if it means avoiding ingesting that hellish pill/potion). theyβre like a well oiled machine about it all too; very effective
voltβs kisses are more flirtatious, the type that you lean into and that leave you lightheaded and giggly and grinning. they sometimes linger, not always, but he always always always chases your lips at least a few times before he actually pulls away and goes back to whatever he was supposed to be doing
and eddieβs are more firm and chaste, lingering against your lips for longer than he intends to before pulling away to press his forehead to yours for a moment. always leaving you breathless and flustered, and himself no better off until he regains his composure and fully pulls away to go about his business β he never chases your lips like volt does, because his kisses last so long that he doesnβt need to
while both of them donβt particularly mind being affectionate in front of others or in public settings volt is the only one who will actually initiate anything β eddie just goes along with whatever you two want to do for the most part unless heβs trying to prove a point
both of them are incredibly protective over you, and each other, especially volt who is very quick to get angry on your behaves if he perceives someone or something as being a threat to your mental or physical wellbeing β and god forbid anyone actually tries to threaten or insult you because he can get viscious when he wants to
volt loves having his hair played with and will keep in any styles you give him for as long as is reasonable β and if youβre genuinely good at it he might just as you to help him style his hair before he goes out to sell houses with eddie after they become human (he claims the flare you give him adds to his natural charmβ¦ but you both know thatβs just an excuse to get your undivided attention for a bit)
eddie is much more a fan of getting his scalp scratched and his neck/shoulders massaged. his hair is much shorter so there isnβt much you can do with it, but thereβs something about your nails lightly scratching at his head that really makes him melt β itβs like you can see the tension melting out of his muscles when you do this, itβs crazy
the love languages thing absolutely goes both ways for these guys and while they will never admit it outright (or, rather, eddie definitely wonβt) thereβs no denying just how touched and appreciative they are when you turn the tables and spoil them in return β when you shower volt with physical affection and make an effort to genuinely praise him for the things heβs proud of, or when you go above and beyond to help eddie around the home even as he does his best to shoo you awayβ¦ because itβs nice to feel seen and loved and taken care of in ways that matter to them, and who can blame them after years of hanging on by a thread back when they were inanimate?
both of them can dance and will if asked, but thereβs no denying that volt is the better dancer of the two β not to say that eddie is awful, heβs just a bit out of practice is allβ¦
voltβs favourite places to be kissed are his lips, his palms, his wrists, his exposed chest and clavicle area, and his neck (specifically over his adamβs apple but heβs not super picky β as long as your lips are on his throat heβs happy)
eddieβs favourite places to be kissed are his jawline, his cheeks, the backs of his hands, and the nape of his neck (but only in private, of course)