#wicked drabble

[fandomlit]

stolen attention (fiyero tigelaar x reader)

summary fiyero sees you sitting in the courtyard with a boy in your class and is consumed by a jealousy that leads him to confront you.

a/n i've been finding myself wanting to write wicked lately so pls send rqs!!!

gif cred belongs to @jesterlesbian

"who was that boy you were with?"

you looked up in surprise from your work, seeing fiyero leaned up against the library table you occupied. it wasn't an unusual scenario--fiyero always sought you out, but usually his first words to you were an easy flirt or compliment. the abrupt switch up threw you off.

"what?"

"earlier in the courtyard," fiyero continued, his expression failing to look as casual as you presumed he was attempting. in fact, his eyes were searing into you. you felt like you were pinned to your seat. "you sat with some munchkin boy by the tree. who was he?"

your cheeks warmed at the aspect of fiyero watching you closely enough to provide such detail. "a friend," you answered warily, your voice making the statement sound more like a question. when he seemed unsatisfied, you continued, "killian. we have theorem with him, he sits next to me."

"huh," was all fiyero offered, his intense gaze drifting away from you for a moment. he looked like he wanted to say more. you decided to make it easy on him, for the first time in your banter.

"i had just mentioned i was going to sit outside for lunch and he asked to join me," you shrugged. fiyero's eyes met yours again and you shook your head at him. "why?"

fiyero just stared. you were swamped with confusion as you tried to decipher whatever the intense emotion in his eyes was. and then, he just walked off.

"wha- fiyero!"

and for the first time in your interactions with him, you were the one gathering your things hurriedly and scrambling after him rather than the other way around. when you caught up to his determined stride, he refused to look at you.

"what's going on?" you asked, shaking your head again. the cool air whipped through his hair, drawing attention to his handsome face, but his brow was furrowed in a way that continued to confuse you. "fiyero, why are you upset?"

"i'm not."

you would've rolled your eyes any other day. but you were far too baffled now. "seriously, what is going through your head?" no response. "what about me having lunch with killian-"

fiyero's march came to an abrupt stop, turning to you with such intensity that you nearly tripped in your attempt to stop. "what's wrong is that i have spent every moment since i saw you with killian-" he spoke his name like a curse, "-thinking about it! thinking about how you laughed, how your shoulders touched, how he looked at you--everything! it's driving me mad thinking that some simpleminded boy gets more attention from you than i do, about how you could possibly have feelings for him." he huffed. at a lower volume he continued, "the idea of you fawning over some other man drives me insane. and today i realized that i don't ever want to see that."

the weight of his words stole the breath from your lungs. you could only blink at him as your mind processed every word of his confession. but first you thought to say, "fiyero, killian is gay."

he froze. after a minute, he simply offered, "oh."

you shook your head. "i don't have feelings for killian, and he certainly doesn't have feelings for me." fiyero rubbed his hands down his face as you spoke. you were shocked at the flush creeping up his neck--you didn't know fiyero had the capacity to feel embarrassed. "and furthermore, whether you like it or not, you watch me fawn over a boy every day, fiyero."

the look he gave you was so pained that a wave of cold rushed through your heated chest. his eyes were so desperate, and you couldn't take the tension any longer. you grabbed his arm and tugged him toward you, surprise making his hard body respond easily. your other hand guided his lips to yours, tangling your hand into his hair as you kissed him with everything you had.

he was quick to respond, hands snaking up your back and holding you desperately close to him. the kiss was hot, desperate, and full of more passion than you ever could have imagined from the man that flirted so carelessly with you. you misjudged him heavily, you realized. but as his teeth grazed over your bottom lip, you imagined he would forgive you.

when he pulled away from you, looking at your flushed face in the dim lamps and moonlight, you finally saw all of the tension melt from his eyes. he smiled.

"i always thought i'd be the one to kiss you first."

"well, you also thought i was fawning over a gay man, so.."

fiyero just kissed you again in reply.

[sky-neverending]

WICKEE DRABBLE!!!!

prompt: bloom

fandom: wicked

characters: elphaba and galinda

“You’ve really got to stop spending all your time in here.

Elphaba startled, dropping a basket that she had in her hands. The contents, an array of pink flowers, spilled out onto the tiled flooring. “Hasn’t anyone ever told you to knock?”

“Knock?” Galinda scoffed. “Who would knock on a greenhouse door? It’s a common space, Elphie. You don’t own it.”

“Still…” Elphaba swallowed her words thickly, letting them die on her tongue. “Did you need something?”

Nodding, Galinda hovered by the door, probably to not risk getting dirt on her perfect heels. “You. I mean, to speak with you.”

[briarlovesclara]

//wicked act 2 spoilers

I think this excerpt from a drabble/headcanon list is my favorite way I've described Glinda and Fiyero's intermission relationship (AS I INTERPRET IT):

"He looked across the table at Glinda, and he felt his heart pick up pace in his chest. She was so beautiful, even so scared like this, in the way only he could see, the way that tugged her mouth up rather than down and kept her hands impossibly still on the table. Getting along well? His heart felt like it had grown together with hers, a monstrous mess of blood and pulsing veins and bitter, dark secrets they rarely said aloud. He almost felt his composure break as he thought about the domestic morning they’d had in their chambers, brushing out her hair and braiding it as it dried, getting tea and biscuits sent up to them as they took the rare morning in. She’d placed a strawberry between his lips and smiled that soft smile of hers, and he’d felt like he was tripping over his own feet the way his body ached to attune to her gravity. Getting along well? She was half of his soul. She made the things he hated most about himself seem radiant."

[ticklishraspberries]

28 with preferably ler Elphaba and lee Glinda if you it’s not too much trouble, but whatever you do will be great! Thank you so much

prompt list!!

28. “does this even count as tickling? i’m barely touching you.”

Of all the social tips and tricks that Glinda has introduced her to, this is definitely Elphaba's favorite.

Glinda's laugh is just as high-pitched and loud as one may expect, although it's occasionally interrupted by snorts and squeals that are stupidly adorable.

And the best part is? Elphaba has barely even started.

Her fingers ghost over the blonde's belly, tracing over pink fabric. And yet, Glinda is laughing and squirming like she's being absolutely tormented.

"Elphie, it tickles!" she shrieks when Elphaba dares to apply the tiniest bit of pressure.

"Does this even count as tickling? I'm barely touching you," Elphaba replies, and the grin on her face is bigger than she can remember ever smiling.

"It counts! It definitely counts!"

After two quick squeezes to Glinda's sides that leave her crying out for mercy, Elphaba backs off, a comfortable warmth and fondness settling in her chest as she watches her friend catch her breath.

The contented feeling is quickly overshadowed by Glinda's well-manicured nails attacking Elphaba's own sides, and cackling quickly fills their dorm room.

It turns out that tickling isn't so bad from the receiving end, either.

[idwiwblr]

Drabble prompt: Dancing through life.

Wicked Drabble Prompts: Dancing Through Life: One muse drags another muse to a bar or party.

"This will be good for you. You need to open up more. Get to know more beings. Quit being so anti-social. You’re stuck with most of us for eternity anyway." Kaos babbled to the spirit. He’d manage to drag her to a party being thrown by some of the gods in the Greek Pantheon— his favorite parties by far.

He didn’t really have a reason for dragging her along, other than he couldn’t ever remember seeing her socialize with another being. He was starting to wonder if she ever did, beyond a one-on-one basis. The curiosity had gotten to him, and he’d decided he’d just have to see for himself. One thing led to another, and here they were.

"I know you’ve got this special diet thing going for you, but you should really try the ambrosia, if you get a chance. There’s a reason the god’s hog it all for themselves. Worth the stomach ache you’ll get, I can tell you that." He advised.

Was it a good idea to drag her along? He had no idea. But if things got really out of hand, he’d just ditch and pretend she’d gotten there on her own. And in all honestly, he really wanted to see what she was like drunk.

[idwiwblr]

No One Mourns the Wicked

Wicked Drabble Prompts: No One Mourns the Wicked: One muse dies heroically, but everyone except for the other muse views them as a villain.

Kaos waited in silence as the smoke, and crowds cleared. No one was interested in dealing with the remains of a witch. They would be blessed by a priest, and maybe buried, but only as a precaution. Something to ease their superstitions, not out of any respect for the being they had just killed. As if they actually knew how to test for a witch, or could have killed one, he scoffed.

He had watched on through the whole event. Seen the girl accuse herself, knowing full well what would happen. It was brave. Much braver than many of the other people he’d seen who met a similar fate. How tragic, he thought, that her act would only be viewed as that by a guilty conscience. Not only that, but those who knew her, loved her, had had to endure her reputation besmirched. Would have to go on listening to people talk about how relieved they were now that the poor girl was dead.

It wasn’t really any of his business. He saw people die all the time— they were like fruit flies to him. And yet he couldn’t help but watch as they flew around in circles, wondering if they’d ever learn. Perhaps they would live longer if they could give up their petty fears.

For what it’s worth, I hope you’ve gone to a good afterlife, he thought, looking down at the still smoking ashes for a moment before disappearing.