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We were given a prompt generator and picked two prompts! Mine were
1. “I love you because I can’t control you”
2. “Love at First Note”
Here is a link to the collection of fics for the challenge (please go read my friends’ stuff): link here
1. The Scandal of the Century
In a bid to save her lover Glinda the Good reveals her feelings for the Wicked Witch of the West. All of Oz is shocked when it is revealed that their good witch pines after the green terror, little do they know that Glinda and the Witch have been dating in secret for YEARS.
2. Lovely Wicked Witch
This one is set in an AU where Fiyero and Galinda go to a concert at the OzDust only to find that Galinda’s roommate, Elphaba, is the performer. Galinda is surprised as her shy green roommate steps out of her shell, hiding her skin under the stage lights and performing under the stage name The Witch of the West. Naturally Galinda and Fiyero fall for the mysterious woman.
(The song Elphaba is singing is called “Feelings are Fatal” by mxmtoon)
O' little Puppet, with
Fingers wiggling strings.
What lies behind your mask?
Why are you frowning?
Wiggling… dancing.
Frail body draped in rags,
Amidst discarded things.
Isn’t it a dandy sight,
To see her limbs swing?
Flailing… dancing.
Inside a crowded mind,
Monsters swallowing,
Remember skinny, pale one,
You are their plaything.
Swallowing… dancing.
Show us your pretty face?
Let us hear your voice ring?
Sing a hymn of days before,
Your Old God worshipping.
Singing… dancing.
What remains within?
A tale of suffering?
Wishing to be whole again,
Are you a broken thing?
Suffering… dancing.
Perhaps you are not,
A bird with clipped wings,
But a lost and tangled soul,
Bound by her own strings.
Tangling… dancing.
Was the price you paid,
Worth the wellspring?
Did knowledge inspire,
Your love of dancing?
Laughing… dancing.
Can I pull cut your strings?
Hello!! Time after time for the way you left me — Little Harry comes back from wizard play group and someone nasty told him his mummy used to be married to someone else, not his daddy. He asks James and Lily about it with a frown when they’re home. How do they handle the convo? Do they try to explain about the war, about James going missing, about Lily trying to move on and how mummy wasn’t married but she almost was but she always always loved your dad…? (Getting carried away myself!) Would love to see how you’d write it/imagine it 💓
Hi!! Sorry it's taken me a while, I fell down a hole (went back to work) and have only just managed to raise my head again lol. You really went for the throat with this one and I love it. Hope I've done your vision justice!
Many years down the line from the end of the way you left me...
"Daddy," Harry piped up, a forkful of peas half way to his mouth and a sweet frown on his little face. They were used to the intense discussions that Harry wanted to have at every moment of the day; he was a curious boy, and he didn't mind letting his food go cold if he needed a question answered. "Are you definitely my daddy?"
Lily shot James a glance, eyebrows raised, from across the table. Her husband adjusted his glasses, now frowning too, and leaned forward. "'Course I am," he replied. "What makes you think I might not be?"
Harry swallowed down his peas and replied, "Susie at playgroup said mummy was married to someone else and that meant you're not my daddy."
Lily had to set her mug down, blinking in surprise; James looked over at her, and she held his gaze a moment, letting the pieces slot together in her head. Susie at playground - that must have been Susan Bones. Who was Ed's niece.
Well, it was nice to know that her ex-fiance's family still spoke so well of her.
"I wasn't married to someone else," she told her son gently. "But we were engaged - that means, we were planning to get married." Truthfully, it had been a while since she'd thought about that time: the memories were bittersweet, to say the least, and life was so full now, she was so happy, that there was no need to linger on it. "Daddy was...away, for a long time, and..."
She trailed off. Harry was too young to understand the very complex situation they'd found themselves in, and besides, she didn't want to upset him with the news that they'd all thought James had died. Harry was going through a bit of a separation anxiety phase at the moment as it was; adding in the information that his parents were mortal and could disappear out the front door, never to return, was not going to help matters.
Thank Merlin for James. He reached across to give her hand a squeeze, a soft smile on his face as he looked over at their son. "Lots of people have special people in their lives before they get married," he told Harry. "Mummy had someone called Ed who helped her feel better when she was very sad."
Harry looked at his mother appraisingly, a spark of worry still clear in those vivid green eyes. Their little boy was so thoughtful, so caring: it was times like this that she wanted to gather him up in her arms and never let go. (All the time, really. Sometimes he let her, sometimes he was more interested in playing with his toys.)
"You got happy again, Mummy?" Harry asked earnestly.
"I did," she confirmed. "And Daddy makes me happy, and you do, too."
Harry beamed. "And Uncle Padfoot and Uncle Moony? And Aunty Mary?"
Lily laughed. "Yes, them too."
"Lots of things make Mummy happy now," James added, leaning in a little further and lowering his voice as if about to share a secret. "You know what makes her really happy?"
Harry dropped his fork and leaned in, too, his eyes wide. "What?"
"Stealing chips off little boys' plates," James whispered.
Harry let out a horrified gasp, tugging his plastic Puddlemere United plate - his prized possession - towards himself and away from his parents. "No!"
Lily laughed, standing up - and she couldn't resist ducking down to press a kiss to her son's cheek. "You'd better eat them up quick, then, Harry."
A minute or so of contented munching followed, only interrupted by, "Daddy? What's at the bottom of the sea?"
