#shadowharkness fic

[shadowharkness]

let lips do what hands do

gelphie fic up now on ao3. this one is a re-imagining of the final scene of wicked part 1, where glinda confronts elphaba in The Wizard's tower. now complete with light angst, yearning, and kissing.

link to the ao3 is in the title or search 'let lips do what hands do' or my user @shadowharkness!

Summary:

Blinking the wetness out of her eyes, Elphaba begins to speak. “We can’t stay here.” The door pounds beneath them. Elphaba’s head snaps toward the entrance but Glinda reaches up and rests a shaky hand on her cheek. Her eyes lock back onto Glinda’s. “Come with me.” Elphaba says, her voice softer than Glinda had ever dreamed. She almost does. For a single clock-tick, Glinda imagines jumping onto the broomstick and soaring over Oz with Elphaba. Or, how the confrontation at The Wizard's tower should have gone. Featuring kissing, yearning, and Glinda's internal (gay) monologue.

hope you all enjoy!

[shadowharkness]

only you are the life among the dead

my first agathario fic is finally up! exploring the juicy dynamic between young power-hungry agatha and a lovesick rio. an excuse for me to write about young!agatha because that one scene of her murdering her original coven constantly plays in my mind.

link to ao3 is in the title or search the title 'only you are the life among the dead' or my user: @shadowharkness

Summary:

Agatha pauses her pacing to stand at the foot of the bed. “Are you capable of dying?” The young witch says, her dark eyes trained on Rio. Rio laughs at her bluntness. “You’re making me blush.” “Answer me, Rio.” She says, running an ink stained hand through her messy hair. She clearly was in no mood to do their usual play. - Set just after Agatha kills her original coven. Exploring the idea of a younger Agatha being obsessed with Death and her powers. What if Agatha had tried to siphon Death's power in the past? Or, Agatha begs Rio to let her drain some of her power. It gets a bit intense.