What's the Truth?
Fiyero x reader angst
This story has a sad ending. It has some differences from the Wicked movie and/or musical, in addition to the Reader insert. Story involves themes of jealousy, unrequited love, flirting, kissing, etc.
Summary: Fiyero Tigglar reunites with Reader, his childhood best friend, long after communication between them stopped, at Shiz University. But feelings are hurt, hearts are broken, and Reader finds themself mourning a love they could have had. Will Fiyero be able to make things right before Reader gives up on him forever?
Note: Not exactly based off of the musical or movie, at least not exactly. This is my first time posting something original. Hope you like it.
Please comment to let me know if you want any other one shots/stories like this. Whether a continuation of this one or something else.
The halls of Shiz University echoed with laughter and chatter, but Y/N could only hear the pounding of her own heart. She watched from around the corner as Fiyero - her Fiyero, her childhood best friend, the boy who used to climb trees with her in the Vinkus - smiled down at Galinda. The blonde beauty was practically hanging off his arm, giggling at something he'd said.
"Oh Fifi, you're simply perfect!" Galinda's high-pitched voice carried through the corridor.
Y/N's stomach twisted. Fifi. When had that nickname started? She remembered when he was just Yero, racing through the palace gardens with her, sharing secrets under starlit skies. Before he stopped writing. Before everything changed.
She turned away, clutching her books tighter to her chest. The silver locket around her neck felt heavy - a gift from him on her sixteenth birthday, the last time they'd seen each other before Shiz. Inside was a pressed blue iris, his favorite flower to give her.
"Y/N!" His voice made her freeze. "Wait up!"
She considered running but forced herself to turn around, plastering on a smile. "Hey Fiyero."
"I've barely seen you lately," he said, falling into step beside her. His presence was achingly familiar - the scent of sandalwood and something distinctly him, the way he walked with that slight swagger.
"Well, you seem busy," she replied, unable to keep the edge from her voice. "With Galinda."
He ran a hand through his hair - a nervous habit she remembered well. "About that..."
"Don't," she cut him off. "You don't owe me any explanations."
But he did. He owed her an explanation for every unanswered letter, for every promise broken, for making her fall in love with him only to watch him fall for someone else.
That night, after seeing Galinda announce to everyone at dinner that she and "Fifi" were officially courting, Y/N finally broke. The tears came hot and fast in her dorm room, quiet sobs muffled by her pillow.
A soft knock at her door made her hastily wipe her eyes. "Who is it?"
"It's me." Fiyero's voice was soft, uncertain.
She considered ignoring him but knew he wouldn't leave. Opening the door, she saw his face fall at her tear-stained cheeks.
"Sweet Oz, Y/N..."
"What do you want, Fiyero?"
Instead of answering, he stepped forward and kissed her. It was everything she'd dreamed of and nothing like she'd imagined. His lips were soft, desperate, tasting of mint and regret.
When they broke apart, both breathing heavily, he pressed his forehead to hers. "I love you. I've always loved you."
"Then why?" she whispered, voice breaking.
"I don't want to hurt Galinda. She's... fragile. We need to keep this quiet, just for a while."
Y/N stepped back, cold washing over her. "How long is a while?"
"I don't know," he admitted.
The words hit like physical blows. "So I'm supposed to watch you parade around with her? Pretend my heart isn't breaking every time she calls you 'Fifi'?"
"Please understand..."
"I understand perfectly," she said, voice hollow. "You want us both. But I won't be your secret, Fiyero. I deserve better than that."
The distance grew after that night. Y/N threw herself into her studies, avoiding the dining hall when she knew they'd be there. But she couldn't avoid seeing how Fiyero's gaze increasingly followed Elphaba - the same longing looks he used to give her.
One afternoon, after watching him stare after Elphaba in history class, Y/N felt the last piece of her heart crack. She'd lost him not once, but twice.
"Y/N, please," he caught up to her after class. "Talk to me."
"There's nothing left to say," she replied, fingering the locket she still wore. "You can't keep everyone happy, Fiyero. Sometimes you have to choose."
"I choose you," he said desperately. "I'll tell Galinda today, I promise."
She smiled sadly, unclasping the locket. "No, you won't. Because you're not that boy from the Vinkus anymore. And I'm not that girl who waited for your letters."
She pressed the locket into his palm, the metal warm from her skin. "Goodbye, Yero."
As she walked away, she heard him call after her, voice breaking: "I'm sorry."
But sorry wasn't enough to mend a heart broken three times over - once when he stopped writing, once when he chose Galinda, and once when his eyes found Elphaba. Some love stories, Y/N realized, were better left in childhood memories and pressed flowers in silver lockets.