Francis (Platonic CEO Yandere) & Henry (Romantic Coworker Yandere):
Part 1 + Introduction to Francis & Henry
Part 2 (request, but canon) - Reader has a date!
Side Story #1 - What if reader was really perceptive/not oblivious?
HCs - Reader who actively pursues secret admirers
HCs - Francis & Henry Dynamic (+ Bonus Jennifer)
Answered Ask - Would Henry and Francis ever snap and kidnap reader?
Platonic Yandere Monster Facility:
Part 1 + Introduction to Subject #05 (Nyx)
Part 2 + Introduction to Simon and Subject #08 (Eric)
Platonic Yandere School:
Part 1 + Introduction to Jacob, Beau, and Marcine
Part 2 + Introduction to Ruby
Hi here, I love your platonic freak circus blog May I request since doctor is a bird quite obvious wouldnât he be brooding with child reader overtime, and trying to make a nest and stuff for the reader, thinking the readers like an egg or something of some sort like a hatchling
Anyways, I like your work and have a great day ïżŒïżŒïżŒ
hello darling! i was so surprised to get a sudden surge in doctor requests lmao, but i adore him just as much as you all do <33 i love the idea of doctor succumbing to his bird-like instincts!
thank you for enjoying my work, please have a wonderful day as well :)
Platonic Yandere Doctor x Child(ish) Reader: Little Hatching
"It's hot," you complain from underneath Doctor's arm.
You've been sweltering these past few days, forced to stay cuddled beside the man.
"Of course it's hot," Doctor responds smoothly. "The heat will help you grow."
You reminisce on how you even got to this point in the first place.
You were just checking out the new circus in town when you entered the cyan tent.
You never made it out of it.
Now, being stuck with a bird doctor clown monster(?) was alright for the first week. He fed you, kept you clean and comfortable, and only occasionally messed around with your limbs.
That is, until a green menace came along and asked Doctor if you were his hatchling.
Doctor got a curious glint in his eyes before nodding.
From that time on, you were doomed.
"You're still young, so it's good for us to brood," Doctor explains for the millionth time, gently wiping beads of sweat from your forehead. "It's good for our bonding as well ĐŃĐŸŃĐșĐ°."
"For the last time, I'm not a bird!" you shout, squirming against him. "Let me go! It doesn't help that your bed is covered in blankets and stuff!"
"You don't like our nest?" he chirps sadly.
You almost feel bad for a second before the unbearable heat draws you back to your current situation.
"No! I don't like this stupid nest or whatever," you huff, "I want to go out."
"That won't do," he clicks his tongue. "The nest can be fixed to your liking, but you can't go out. Not until you grow up."
"I am grown up!" you protest, waving your arms up.
"I'll believe that when you reach my size," he merely says.
Gah! Is he freaking insane?!
"I'll never be as big as you!" you groan, "You're a huge monster and I'm a tiny human!"
His gaze flickers unpleasantly at that.
"You definitely won't be able to go out until you learn to speak politely either."
You deflate at that, grumbling a little as you settled back down beside him.
...
He always brings your meals to the nest, handfeeding you meticulously.
You swear you'll go insane if you don't get any sense of autonomy.
"I can feed myself," you insist this time, reaching for the spoon in his hands.
He simply holds it out of your reach. "I'm already doing you a favor by not mouth-feeding you like tradition."
You blink, processing his words before grimacing.
"That's so gross," you groan, turning away.
He lets out a small chuckle at that. "I knew you'd think that. Now open up ĐŃĐŸŃĐșĐ°."
You begrudgingly listen, allowing him to feed you.
"If you're a good birdie, then we can slowly ease out of brooding," he offers. "But first you must address me as ĐĐ°ĐżĐŸŃĐșĐ°."
You tilt your head a little. "What?"
"ĐĐ°ĐżĐŸŃĐșĐ°," he repeats, "Come on, try it."
You attempt it, butchering it a few times before he nods approvingly.
"Okay, ĐĐ°ĐżĐŸŃĐșĐ°, can I hold my own spoon?" you attempt to use it in a sentence.
He freezes up for a second, eyes glowing brighter for a second before he nods, handing it over.
"Just this once ĐĐ°Đ»ŃŃ."
You smile at your small victory. Did he just willingly give you his weakness? You have no idea what it means, but you'll keep in mind to call him that from now on.
russian pet names = doctor calls you little one/crumb throughout, he asks you to call him daddy, and lastly calls you baby.
If you lost your memory, and there is no physical proof that you have a family.
Would you believe someone when they state that you are part of their family?
â--
After receiving your diploma from the graduation ceremony from the University, you went out celebrating with your friends.
The next day, you started packing to leave. Your part time job, as an architect, researcher and developer, for strengthening buildings to decrease damage in all crises, will become a full time job after Christmas.
Just a month away.
Your best friend has invited you to her family's Christmas party, and to stay with her until you get into a new flat. Since you have no living family, you accepted.
At least no family as far as you know.
â-
You were in a car accident five years ago. Lost your memory.
Your friends turned up when a request went out asking if any one knew a J. Doe. No family member did.
Your phone held photos of your friends, didn't have any family photos except for your late mother.
Your friends advised what past they remember you talked about.
You were born in Gotham.
You had spoken a lot about your mother who loved you a lot. She died due to cancer.
You lived in a foster home in Gotham for around eight months, you didn't speak much about that time, just you felt lonely there, no one seemed to like you, or gave you any attention.
You were then sent to boarding school in Coast City, until you were eighteen. You enjoyed it.
Then you had the accident.
You looked up emails, texts and looked on Google to work out your past further. Since you had already left the school, they had removed your past records so were unable to help either. You found out that you had visited Gotham once or twice a year, what did you do there? Unsure. Maybe shopped?
You have a trust fund, no current trustees, so can't ask questions there.
You had decided further information is not necessary and had gone off to university in Coast City with your friends.
â
In the middle of packing, your phone received a text from an unknown number
Unknown: âY/N, congratulations on receiving your diploma. Will you be visiting your family this year for Christmas?â
Huh?
Y/N : Thanks, who is this? I don't have your number in my phone.
Unknown: Itâs Alfred, Y/N.
Y/N: Sorry, you have the wrong number, I don't know you. I have plans for Christmas, thanks.
Alfred: Y/N Wayne, that is not funny. If you are unwilling to spend the whole time with your family, I understand but could you just visit for a day?
Y/N : Look, I know I lost my memory due to a car accident, but I do know that I have no living family as far as I can tell. No records, no photos, no one contacting me in the past five years.
Y/N : I don't know how you know my first name, but Wayne is not my last name. I am not sure why you are texting me. But this is creepy.
Y/N : please don't contact me again.
(Number blocked)
â---
Alfred forward the texts to the rest of the Wayne family.
Then watched with interest, their horrified responses about their forgotten sibling forgetting them. He found it entertaining.
Batfam x Neglected readers that I havenât seen yet but want to DESPERATELY read:
Batfam x Neglected!Regina George!Reader who runs their school like the damn navy and the only way anyone realizes is when Damien transfers to their school and questions why everyone runs and tells him to keep his head down when Reader walks down the halls. Reader seems pathetic at home, and takes all that anger and resentment out on their classmates.
Batfam x Neglected!Rogue!Reader who genuinely could not care less how everyone treats them at home, usually spending their free time with Harley, Ivy, Selena, Riddler, Freeze and most of Batmanâs rogues. Reader seems polite and kind and innocent at home but genuinely wants to the world to burn.
Batfam x Neglected!Ghost!Reader who actually died a while back but were marked as a John / Jane Doe and simply haunts the manor, waiting for someone to notice their absence. Reader is so, terribly sad that their death hasnât been noticed.
Batfam x Neglected!Done!Reader who eventually gets fed up with Bruce and elopes with their spouse and comes back spoiled, pampered and adored by them, living in Monte Carlo, Monaco, treated like royalty, with 2 kids and a loving family. Reader is just so done with Bruce and the family.
Batfam x Neglected!Q(BSD)!Reader who has an awful power (Dogra Magra. If they become physically hurt, they can essentially curse the person who hurt them, causing the person to go insane and attempt to kill those around them. Only the person who turned it on can deactivate it.) and adores suffering and pain and misery and making people get hurt and go insane and wreaks havoc when told to simply because they get paid and itâs fun. Reader seems quiet and fine, but adores seeing people suffer because itâs all they know.
The evil queens attack on wonderland drives me up the wall because if eah had been written for even a slightly older audience the effects of that would be everywhere. Like donât get me wrong, wonderlands poisoning does have a big impact on the story with the well of wonder and all, and has some effect on the motivations of immediately impacted characters (the wonderland bunch + Raven) but if you want to get dark with the story theres so much more that could be dug up with it. Itâs implied that the wonderland attack was just one part of a greater war between the evil queen and the rest of ever after. Even if that war ended when they were young, like 6 or 7-ish, theres still so much that could have impacted their upbringings and motivations.
Apple hears whispers from the adults at court about a terrifying threat. What threat? She doesnât know. Maybe itâs the type that a brave prince slays, or the type that requires fey-like cunning to beat. But whatever it is it seems to be an unknown thing that scares the adults around her and takes the eldest sons of the court. Apple is six years old and just survived her fall in the well after being left alone outside while her parents rushed to meet with Grimm over something. She hugs her stuffed bunny a bit tighter and re-reads a book with no unknowns, whose future of certainty will one day be hers.
Pinocchio, now Geppetto, stares down at the little cedar puppet he has just carved. The dark fairies destiny has just been stolen. No one even knew until it was over; it was a great disguise, a great lie. Geppetto is sick of lies. Heâs sick of waking up and lying to himself that the lack of business in the workshop is due to people saving for the holidays and not due to the ârandomâ attacks on shipments coming in and out of the kingdom. Heâs sick of what he knows deep down to be lies in the newspaper, that sheâs finally crossed a line and will soon be caught. Heâs sick of Grimmâs lies, claiming to be interested in the mechanics of his puppets and clocks but eyeing anything that could have use as a weapon. He just wants something without lies. He goes to bed and that little cedar wood puppet wakes up the next morning with a wide curious gaze and a spark of joy. Sheâs the only proof of true goodness heâs found recently. She hasnât learned to lie yet. He never forgives himself for the curse but he doesnât regret it either.
Lizzie, Kitty, and Maddie spend hours puzzling over a picture book. âWhat does this page say?â The worksheet asks. They donât know - the riddle on it makes no sense. âThe bear plays with his jump ropeâ the book says. They can see that - the picture of the bear jumping is right there in the corner. So what is the purpose of the written words that tell of the same thing? In wonderland picture books always came with riddles that delved deeper into the pictures meaning. Does it mean something about how the bear feels? âNo.â does the bear not want to be jumping? âNo.â do bears not play in this land?âSometimes.â this riddle makes no sense. âThats because itâs not a riddleâ the tutor replies. She has to wait for the hatter to translate this reply to them. Maddie cries out of frustration; The tutor treats each book like itâs the clearest thing in the world, yet Maddie canât make heads or tails or underbelly of this familiar sounding yet foreign language at all. Kitty places a hand on her shoulder but doesnât do much else; all three are exhausted from nightmares.
King charming returns home to a parade and a tournament and feasts in his honor. The evil has been defeated, the king returned victorious. His sons take place in a junior joust at the tournament. Dexters gets scared and tries to guard himself but overshoots the movement, leading his brother to hit him in the exact spot where his heart would be with the plastic toy lance. They drill blocking and shields for months after that. He wonât have a weak son. Heâs seen the fates of to many weak princes already.
No one questions why Red keeps Cerise away from everyone for the first few years. Their queen was a mad woman, and she was trying to destroy as many tales as possible; Rapunzels twins were almost kidnapped, and they donât even have a connection the way Red and the Queen do. Granny understands, but she still wishes her daughter would open the door and let her in when she drops food outside the remote cottage Red built miles away from hoods hollow.
Raven hugs her knees tight. âItâs overâ people cry outside; âthe queen is dead, long live the kingâ. But she isnât; sheâd seen the mirror. The queen was alive and the people who helped her were alive and the king had been ruler for all but six hours before one of her knight attempted to kill him. Long live the king, she says aloud to no one in particular. Sheâd pray it to Grimm - if she hadnât just seen that in the face of her mother, he wasnât as all powerful as they claim. A flock of ravens flies past one of the many new holes in the castles roof and her heart aches to fly away with them.
Now she looks at him like sheâs assessing a battlefield weakness.
One slip during an argument and she says:
âIf I truly wanted to ruin the heroine, I wouldnât waste time on gossip. Iâd cut her supply lines and starve her allies out.â
He laughs nervously, realizing sheâs not bluffing. For the first time, he feels like he is the pawn in her story.
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The Heroine (novelâs female lead)
She expects bullying, snide remarks, and sabotage.
Instead, the villainess politely ignores her.
But when thugs try to harass the heroine in an alley, the villainess takes them down in seconds, blade steady and movements precise.
âDonât misunderstand,â the villainess says coldly. âI didnât save you. I just hate seeing weak tactics.â
The heroine⊠kind of develops awe (and maybe fear).
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The Rival Duke / Cold Strategist
Heâs known as the smartest military mind in the kingdom.
The first time he debates her at court, she dismantles his war plan like itâs childâs play.
Instead of being insulted, heâs intrigued. For the first time, someone matches his intellect.
He starts seeking her out for long strategy talks that sound suspiciously like flirtation.
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The Loyal Knight (her guard / childhood friend)
He remembers her as pampered and fragile. But now?
He catches her practicing sword drills at dawn, scars glinting under her sleeves, movements honed by years of real warfare.
âYou⊠who are you really?â he whispers.
She only smirks. âSomeone who doesnât need saving.â
Heâs torn between admiration, fear, and devotion.
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Rumors spread the âvillainessâ walks like a soldier, eats like one of the men, and negotiates with the precision of a seasoned commander.
Some whisper sheâs possessed. Others say sheâs a reincarnated war god.
Either way, they stop underestimating her.
It should have been humiliating. To her, a former general who had commanded thousands of soldiers and survived endless campaigns, it was simply⊠familiar.
> âExile? Hah. Iâve lived through harsher winters on the battlefield. Let them write me off. A soldier thrives in the shadows.â
The courtiers whispered in glee, expecting her ruin. None noticed how calm her steps were, how her smile held the quiet patience of a wolf retreating into the forest.
đżđđđđđđ: Yandere! Wicked x Reader
đđđđđđđą: You appear in Oz on accident, arriving in Emerald city, as you fell from the sky ,Oz think you are a witch, just like their wizard. Seeing a use The Wizard of Oz takes you under his wing and sents you to Shiz to study magic with Madam Morrible, there you meets Elphaba, Galinda, Fiyero, Nessarose and Boq. With each blossoms a different kind of romance that grows as their days in Shiz pass. One day, Elphaba is invited to go meet the wizard and takes Glinda & you with her. What would happen if instead of her first enchantment giving Chistery wings sends you back to Kansas, what if the friend group resents her for that? What would happen when you're back in Oz years later but with a small child of your own by your side (+ a cute dog)?? Would it change the witches's plan?? Would you recognize your old friends? Would the feelings bloom again?? Would Oz remember their first good witch??
đ°/đ: GUYSS THE YANDERE WICKED FIC IS HERE!!! I've tagged everyone who commented on my Yan!Wicked posts, if you'd like to be added or removed let me know!! First chapter and our Good witch already meets Elphie, Nessa and Boq?? Oh my!! Sunday's my bday so I'll be reading all of you then!
đw: Nothing so far! Just the wizard flirting.
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The ozian history books would later argue about what you truly were.
A witch, a miracleâŠa mistake.
But on the day you fell from the sky, there was no debateâonly awe. You did not arrive in Oz the way witches were meant to, no thunder, no mist, no curse cracking the air and no house crushing somebody beneath it.
You fell like a star that had forgotten to burn, who made Emerald City froze midday. People looked up just in time to witnessâskirts fluttering, hair loose, arms flung wide as if you were trying to catch the sky itself, your feet softly struck the green pavement of the street with a sound like a bell being rung once, sharpâŠÂ then silence.
No smoke. No fire.
Just a girl lying stunned on green stone, then (e/c) eyes opened slowly and a warm smile stunned passerbys. âIâm sorry,â you said, voice trembling but sincere. âDid Iâdid I land somewhere I shouldnât have?â, and in that moment Oz fell in love, because witches never apologized.
The people of the Emerald city gathered around you cautiously at first. People and animals in rich emerald suits and dresses, officials, guards in green and yellow coats with stiff collars and even stiffer smiles. Someone whispered âwitchâ like a prayer and a warning combined, the ozians flinched as you sat up slowly, wincing at the pain in your backside, and pressed your hands to the glass pavement beneath you. Finally taking a good look at the city you had fallen into, tall, green all around and incredibly shiny.
âWoah⊠itâs so beautiful,â You murmured, as if the city were a gift instead of a threat. A child cried while someone else knelt and prayed.
Far above them all, behind emerald curtains, levers and lies, the Wizard of Oz leaned forward in his study window, for the first time in years, his voice caught in his throat. He had felt it before the guards ran in shouting, before the emerald lights flickered, before the city began to murmur like a body waking from sleep.
Something new had entered the system.Â
He watched as you helped the crying child to their feet before helping yourself, brushing dust from your blue gingham dress even though your hands were shaking, you didnât demand answers, you didnât scream or run. Instead you politely asked questions.
âWhere am I?â
âAre you hurt, little one?â
âMay I sit here for a moment?â
You did not show your fright, the wizard observed, and that was your leverage. He felt something stir, something that had nothing to do with magic and everything to do with control. A woman like that could make Oz believe anything.
By the time his guards had managed to lead you inside to his throne room, where you two meet at first âvoice booming, animatronic head hidden behind green curtains, all fire, smoke, mirrors and spectacleâthe story had already begun writing itself.
âA visitor from above,â he proclaimed publicly.
âA sign!â someone had cried.
âA witch!â someone else insisted.
You stood in the throne room, giant animatronic head peeking from behind the curtains, fire exploding all around, imposing and fearsome but you smoothed your skirt, spine straight despite the tremor in your hands. âHello,â You said simply, a smile on your lips and the Wizard almost laughed.
Almost.
Instead, he softened his voice, warmed it, made it kind and unsuspecting.
âMy dear,â he said, âyou have fallen into Oz.â
You tilted your head. âThen I hope I havenât broken anything important.â
He snorted amusedly, you had fallen into a moment Oz had been waiting for and if everything went according to plan, you would break the status quo.
Just as you were escorted to a room to call your own in the big emerald palace, the wizard sent for his right-hand woman. Madame Morrible made her way to the palace as soon as she could, the words from the wizard were urgent. She found him in a hallway overlooking the inner garden, his eyes focused on something she couldnât see from her position but as she made her way closer she could make out a figure in an blue gingham dress, sitting in one of the benches on the gardens, in her hands a book about Ozâs history.
âOh,â she murmured, standing next to the wizard whose eyes hadnât looked away from your figure. âThatâs interesting.â She remembered the reports that came as quickly as you had appeared; Young human woman from another world, unbroken, a blessing, a witch. Who didnât scream when she fell, who had not demanded answers. Just stood up, brushed dust from her skirts, and askedâpolitely!!âwhere she was. And that detail mattered to the citizens of Oz, because it spoke of someone kind, someone good. âYes⊠sheâll do beautifully.â Madam Morrible smirked, crossing her arms as the figure in the garden smiled at the monkey guards who accompanied her, her mouth moving as she told them something that seemed to make the apesâ guarded form relax, one even letting out a soft hoot-like laugh.Â
The following day, the wizard kept watching you through a veil of illusions before he ever allowed you into his true presence. He observed the way people leaned toward you without knowing why, the way fear softened in your wake, the way guards lowered their weapons instinctively, how even his monkey army had taken to you almost instantly, how everyone bent to your will without you even trying.
You were disarming.Â
Disarming him, the monkeys, Oz itself.
âShe doesnât look like much,â he said lightly to Morrible in the confidence of his study as they etched their plan. Madame Morrible did not smile, but her eyes were like swords, piercing everything they laid on.
âThatâs the point.â
So they decided to meet you together. While the wizard played a warm, charming old gentleman, Madame Morrible played caring, motherly authority and you responded to both beautifully. You did not kneel to their authoritarian auras but did not challenge them either, just listened. The Wizard explained Oz to youâhis Oz, curated and gleamingâ as you nodded, absorbing his every word. When Madame Morrible asked about your origins, you spoke honestly, without defensiveness or pride.
No ambition.
No resentment.
No hunger.
Madame Morribleâs fingers tightened around herself âSheâs dangerousâ she thought watching how even the wizard hung on to your every word. Meanwhile the wizard felt something strange; Relief.
They did not tell you that you were powerful, that magic swam around you like second nature. They explained that you were important, of the role Oz expected of you now. The wizard specially had empathetically said he understood the position you were in, as he explained how he came to rule Oz, his hand rubbing circles high on your thigh. They said that important things needed protection, guidance and mostly, that important things always needed a story.
âOz is restless. Divided. Cynical.â The wizard said.
âOz needs a symbol.â Morrible added.
And gentle, unassuming you, who had fallen from the sky like a miracle no one had to explain, were the perfect candidate.
âShe canât rule,â the wizard said when you retired for the night, pacing. âShe doesnât have the stomach for it.â
Madame Morrible sniffed. âNeither do you.â
He ignored that, his brows furrowed in worry. âShe makes people feel safe,â he continued. âThey trust her.â
Madame Morrible smiled thinly. âThen we must teach her what safety looks like.â
The next day your training began, they brought the best teachers in all of Oz so you could learn its history, its customs, how the social dynamics in each county worked, how to talk, walk, smile. Morrible dressed you carefully, began to teach you how to harness your magic, barely the basics as she handed you a training wand. Meanwhile the wizard gave you an official title:
The Good Witch of Oz.
That same day, the whole land of Oz sang your name, your title, your praises. Rumors ran all around, everyone in Oz knew your name, your story, your role and the wizard and Morrible only needed to feed the right rumors to the right ears as they settled the stage. As they had dinner in the large luxurious dining room, the wizard called you a Good Witch for the first time out loud and you couldnât help but laugh softly.
âI havenât done anything good yet,â You protested with an amused pout.
âThatâs the beauty of it,â the Wizard said gently, like a secret between friends. âTheyâll believe you will.â
Madame Morrible corrected him internally, though the glance she shot at him spoke volumes âTheyâll believe what we show them.â it said. She brought her wine glass to her lips, her smile practiced. âWe have been going through the basics of magic, (Y/n) has proved a fast learner.â She said, â Soon sheâll be ready for her first official public appearance". At that, the wizard possibly beamed.
âOh, how wonderful!!â He smiled as his hand covered yours over the table. â Are you sure youâve never done magic before, sweetheart?â He joked, winking at you as Morrible rolled her eyes in annoyance.
âYour first appearance will be in Munchkinlandâ Morrible interrupted the wizardâs flirtations, whipping her mouth elegantly. â There has been⊠some discontent in the region. So your first appearance being there will boost their exports and raise their spirits.â
âIs there something theyâll expect of me?â You asked, gently dropping your utensils on the table.
âOh, my dear!!â The wizard interrupted, his hand holding one of yours and bringing it to his lips âThere is no need to be nervous! Just be yourself, sweet (y/n). They will absolutely adore youâ. He added, his charming smile beaming at you while his eyes searched for yours. He did not drop your hand until you smiled softly back at him, but as you did he couldnât help but notice the soft blush on the apple of your cheeks and a smirk twisted his lips.
âDo not worry,â Morrible added. âYou will be ready for anything they expect of you. Iâd make sure of it.â She smiled, sharp and mysterious.Â
Later that night, when you were in his private studio, the wizard brought you tea. He sat close to you on his sofa as he asked about your home, about your likes and dislikes, about your dreams.
And he listened, perhaps too intently, too close. He couldnât help but have a soft spot for you, in more ways than one. You reminded him of a version of himself he pretended had never existed, one before the smoke, before the wires, before lies hardened into policy. On the other hand, he couldnât help but feel attracted to you, a pretty young thing that looked at him as if he had hung the moon on the sky.
âYou make this place lighter,â he said, his small smile genuine. âIâd like it if you called me Oscar, though. Everyone calls me Wizard⊠Or Oz, the great and powerfulâ He winked jokingly as he finished his sentence, although his wish was genuine.
âOscar??â You asked, a little befluded. âWhy Oscar?â
âBecause thatâs my name, my dearâ He whispered softly, as if sharing a secret. âAnd I want you to use it.â He commanded softly, with a voice full of honey. "At least when we are alone."
âOh!â You blushed ashamedly, but the wiza- No, Oscar held your chin and made you look at his warm chocolate eyes. â T-Thank you⊠Oscarâ You smiled shyly and he beamed as you used his real name, his arm sneakily laying around your shoulders.
Madame Morrible saw everything from the ajar door, but she did not interrupt. Instead she studied you like a formula. She noticed how magic bent around you without instruction when you felt safe. How even her magic stabilized inside her.Â
âSheâs a regulator,â Morrible realized. âNot a conduit.â
Which meant that you could neutralize rebellion⊠Or inspire one.
Depending on who you trusted and Morrible would make sure that your trust always stayed with them so she fully closed the door and left the palace.
After speaking animatedly for what felt like hours, Oscar Diggs found himself alone with your sleeping form tucked into his side. He felt warm, warmer than the green elixir ever made him feel as his hand softly brushed a few wild strands of hair that blocked his perfect view of your face, he tried to remember the last time he had felt the warmth of another person and his mind drew blank. Even if he had been with other people, you made him feel some kind of way, he realized.Â
âThey think I wanted the power.â He murmured as his gaze tried to brand your profile in his brain with fire. âThey think Oz was the goal, but truly⊠It wasnât.â He mumbled, his fingers softly mapping your soft cheeks.â Oz was my compensation.â He pressed a soft kiss on your forehead.
âBefore you, everything here was noise, color and wiresâsmoke filling a hollow thing. I learned quickly that if you smile long enough, people stop asking what youâre hiding.â He snorted, as if amused at the memories that came to his mind. â But then⊠You came to me.â His voice became softer as his gaze focused on your features. â Not like a threat, nor like I did, like a conqueror. You came like an answer to a question no one had phrased correctly. You look at Oz the way I once had, way before I learned how fragile belief really is. Before I learned how easily it breaks when you touch it too hard.â He moved your sleeping form so your weight rested more against his body. â And then⊠You believed without demanding proof. Do you know how rare that is?â He smiled warmly as you snuggled closer to him. â I could build a thousand illusions and none of them would look at me the way you doâlike I was real.â He hid his face into your hair, inhaling your scent and trying to scar it on his brain. â So I made you Good. Not because youâre flawless but because Oz needs something it canât argue with. Something it canât corrupt without exposing itself.â He tightened his hug around your form, his face moving towards your neck, where he closed his eyes, surrounded by your scent, the warmth of your body, his lips laid a kiss on your soft skin and then he could feel your pulse under his lips. â And because if I named youâ If I claimed you mine... Then you will stay by my side.â He confessed, his breath tickling your neck, â Because people donât abandon the roles we give them. They cling to them, they become grateful⊠Loyal.â
The wizard laid by you for a few more minutes, enjoying the sound of your breathing, the warmth your body radiated, he dreaded moving you because that would mean youâd go to your chambers and he would have to return to his cold empty room. He released a breath he hadnât noticed he was holding. â I keep telling myself Iâm protecting you. That Iâm protecting Oz⊠But I fear the truth is simpler, and uglier.â He looked up at your face, his head still tucked in the side of your neck. âYou make the lie worth living inside⊠I fear you could be taken from me⊠vanish and go somewhere I cannot follow you to. â His eyes closed again as he heard the steps of his guards in the hallway. â I fear I'll feel⊠empty without you. Because if you leaveâ Iâll just be a man behind a curtain again.â
The knocks on his door made the wizard sober up, almost unwillingly he parted from your side to preserve your virtue, but selfishly he still let your body rest fully against his as he ordered the guards in.
âChisteryâ He greeted as the ape came into the room. âCould you bring Miss (Y/n) to her chambers? Iâm afraid I still have some work to finish up.â He smiled as he slowly got up from the sofa, laying you softly against a pile of pillows.
The head of his monkey army stepped forward, nodding his head as he followed the wizardâs orders. His furry arms slid under your back and knees as he softly picked you up under the wizardâs watchful eye.
âOh, and Chistery?â The ape stopped in his tracks as he held your body in his arms. â Do not wake her up. Iâll be very upset if you do.â The wizard smiled threateningly as the ape nodded, his steps were careful as he left the wizardâs predatory gaze and walked towards your chambers.
Now Chistery, for all his silence and caution, was a very perceptive individual. He had noticed since your appearance in Emerald city how people seemed to orbit around you, how the wizard seemed to try and make his and yours existences as one in the same, how Morrible shadowed you from the darker shadows of the palace. You were kind to his brothers, to animals, to him and he couldnât help but internally worry about you. He knew that while you stayed in the city, he would be there to guard you, as the wizard had appointed him as babysitter since the start. But sometimes Chistery worried that the wizard and Morribleâs plans would take you someplace where he couldnât protect you. As he opened the door of your chambers and walked to your bed, he tried to fight the unease the wizardâs gaze towards you, had left in him. Softly laying you down the bed and tucking you under your emerald covers, he cleared his throat.
â (y/n)... In danger⊠Chistery⊠Protect.â He grumbled, his words both a secret and a vow shared in the silence of your room.
The next few days consisted of the same, Oz studies, training with Morrible, lunch in the gardens with Chistery and some of his brothers â Whom you keep insisting enjoy the food with you, sneaking some food their way. â almost neverending dress try-ons and finally dinner with the wizard.Â
Until the day you had to leave for Munchkinland came.
You were glad to finally see more of Oz, as you had been cooped up in the palace for almost a month and a half, but at the same time you were nervous of your first formal appearance as The Good witch of Oz. The Wizard watched, leaning on the door of the room as the maids helped you get ready under the watchful eye and commands of Madam Morrible, who would not accept anything but perfection. As he caught your eyes in the mirror, the soft nervous smile you sent him, he felt a pang he mistook for pride, while Madame Morrible felt none.
âAttachment is a weaknessâ. She thought. âBut leverage? Leverage is priceless.â
As The Good Witch of Oz, your gown seemed to spun from winter light itself, a whisper of silvery winters, pale blue like caught frost at dawn. Its color was soft and luminous, neither silver nor sky, but something in betweenâan icy hue that shimmered faintly with every movement, as though starlight had been sewn into the fabric. Layers of airy tulle drifted down from the waist in gentle cascades, forming a vast, flowing skirt that brushed the floor and trailed behind you like a quiet promise of magic. The bodice embraced your curves with careful elegance, sculpted to your form and crossed with delicate folds that met at your waist. The neckline dipped into a subtle sweetheart curve, baring your shoulders and collarbones, lending an air of vulnerability softened by grace. The fabric there was gathered and shaped with intent, creating the sense that the gown itself had been wrapped around you rather than stitchedâan offering rather than a garment.
At your arms, the sleeves bloomed extravagantly, great clouds of pale blue resting low against your skin. They were voluminous and soft, billowing with every breath, as if they might float away if not tethered by magic. From behind, they gathered into a dramatic bow at the small of your back, a sculptural flourish that transformed the dress into something almost ceremonial, as though it had been fashioned for a coronation.
Your back was left bare, smooth and luminous against the open line of the gown, the bow anchoring the design with quiet authority. Below it, the skirt unfurled in layers upon layers, shimmering as it moved, the light catching on tiny crystals woven throughout the fabric like stars. The train followed your steps with reverence, whispering across the floor, making your every step feel deliberate and fated.
To crown the look, a headdress that marked you as chosen. At its base, nestled against your (h/c) hair, bloomed two vivid rosettes of a deep dark crimson, soft and organic against the delicate vintage style tiara that crowned your head. The poppy flowers framed your face like living embers, their richness drawing the eye inward, the contrast between gold and red felt deliberate, as if fire and authority had been bound together in a single gesture. Centered at your brow was a circular golden âOZâ monogram, precise and deliberate, forged with symbolic meaning rather than decoration. It rested just above your eyes, commanding attention, a singular tear-shaped emerald rested between your eyebrows. From under the flowers thin green silk ribbons fell gently, brushing your hair and shoulders, simulating the stems of the flowers that framed your face. Your beautiful eyes that shine a sweet (e/c) enhanced with a glittery silver-blue eyeshadow that compliments both the dress and the color of your skin and the lips that bring Oz to its knees, painted a deep dark red that looked almost black. With the whole ensemble, your presence transformed into something timelessâhalf ruler, half priestess. Standing at the threshold between the mortal world and legend.
The wizard looked at you in awe as his tongue wetted his lips onceâthen twice. âDamnâ âhe thoughtâ âMorrible had done an extraordinary job.â
"You look gorgeous, darlin'" He said as he walked towards you. "Like the sweetest little princess Oz could wish for..." His steps froze when Madam Morrible stepped from behind "I wish it was green though...".
"Yes... So much potential..." She smiled, her eyes shone brightly. "I'm still brainstorming what kind of wand our Good witch should have, for now she'll have her training wand." Morrible said as she made her way towards the Wizard, who had not stopped looking at you since you waltzed in the room. "And I've told you, (Y/n) must be a symbol for ALL the people of Oz, including the other counties. Besides the people of Emerald city have already begun associating her with blue, like the sky she fell from. So I decided silver-blue must be her color, because all of Oz knows only powerful witches are allowed to wear silver" Morrible said with a big smile, her arms opening so you could step into a tight hug.
The Wizard rolled his eyes as he mumbled something under his breath, when his gaze found yours he smiled again, his eyes a soft chocolate color. "The wand must be grand like Oz" The wizard spoke, throat dry. "And its beauty must match hers" He smiled, a mock-shy smile as he approached the younger girl. "How would you like your wand to be, sweetheart?" The wizard asked, his thumb holding your chin. "Tell me and Iâll have it ready when you come back from MunchkinlandâŠ"
â Iâd like it if it wasâŠâ You mumbled something in the wizard's ear and he smirked.
âYou got it, darlinâ â He smiled, then playfully adjusted his collar. â But you better go before Morrible puts my head in a pike!â He exaggeratedly moved his arms as you laughed while the older woman just rolled her eyes. And as you left the Emerald City with Chistery and some of his army, along with Morrible and her team, the Wizard watched until the carriage disappeared from view. âSheâll come back,â he tried to reassure his worries and anxieties. âSheâll come back to me.â Neither the wizard or Morrible noticed the way the Emerald city seemed to dim without your light, but Chistery did.
Munchkinland was already celebrating before you understood why.
Music spilled through the streets like something alive. Bells rang. People danced in careful circles around an empty space at the center of the square, eyes lifted skyward in anticipation. As you stood behind the curtain, heart hammering.
âI donât know what to do,â you whispered to Morrible.
âYou smile. You wave. You let them see you.â Madame Morrible adjusted the fall of your sleeve with precise fingers. âAnd whatever you feel,â she added, âyou do not contradict the story.â
âWhat story?â You asked, anxious beyond belief.
Morrible looked at you in the eye, her dark eyes sharp and commanding.
âThe truth,â She said gently. âRemember all I taught you, all we practicedâ She added, finally stepping out of your personal bubble as her team finished with your makeup. â Do not disappoint me, my dear.â She said as her hands held your shoulders. âNow go! Oz is waiting for you!.â
When you stepped out into the light, Munchkinland fell silent, not only because you were radiant but because you were actually there. As you stood small against the open sky, pale dress catching the sun, millions of small crystals embedded in the dress reflected small rainbows with your movements, hands clasped as if you were the one afraid of them. Then, the silence broke into cheers. Flowers flew, tulips from all colors as children ran forward, crowding in a circle around you, and you couldnât help but smile at their joy. Someone knelt, praying something so fast you couldnât even make out words.
You gasped softly. âOhâplease donâtââ
Madam Morrible raised her arms, voice booming. âBehold! The Good Witch of Oz!â As the title settled on your shoulders like a mantle you hadnât agreed to wear, you waved âawkward, overwhelmed and Oz seemed to love you even more for it. Morrible walked towards you, smile tight as she whispered â Now as we practicedâŠâ
You cleared your throat, hands dusting off the skirt of your dress in nervous habit. The square fell silent, as many eyes watched you attentively, some even adoringly. Soon, familiar music began playing as you took a deep, grounding breath.
âI⊠hear your voice on the windâ You began singing âAnd I⊠hear you call out my nameâ You walked more into the middle of the square, squating next to a group of small children who looked at you with big smiles. "Listen my child," You offered your hands to them â you say to meâ, as they quickly took them, following you to the middle of the crowd. "I am the voice of your historyâ As more munchkin children joined your performance, you continued singing, a big warm smile in your painted lips. âBe not afraid, come follow meâ as the music crescendoed, the children held each other's hands and began running around you in a circle as you twirled in the opposite direction, your skirt flaring like liquid silver. âAnswer my call and I'll set⊠you⊠free!!". You held your arms up and flowers began falling from the sky, raining colour all around the land.
 âI am the voice in the wind and the pouring rainâ You began waltzing around, arms outreached as you kept on singing âI am the voice of your hunger and pain.â You stopped in front of an older couple, taking a moment to carefully twirl the woman and then the man, both of them laughing in joy. âI am the voice⊠that always is calling you, I am the voice, I will remainâ Then you noticed an awfully nervous red headed boy wringing his hat as if his life depended on it, and held out your hand to him. He looked shaken by the movement, then he looked at both his sides then behind himself, as if confirming that you had asked him. You huffed a small laugh and grabbed his hand, pulling him towards the middle of the makeshift dance floor. âI am the voice in the fields when the summer's goneâ You twirled the munchkin boy and he seemed to come out of his thoughts. He smiled at you and held your hand tighter, his other hand holding your waist as he waltzed in circles with you, a bright smile on his face and red cheeks that reached his ears. âThe dance of the leaves when the autumn winds blow. Ne'er do I sleep throughout all the cold winter longâ As he held one of your hands the other behind his back, he guided you around the edge of the crowd. âI am the force that in springtime will growâ As the music crescended you and the munchkin boy began dancing rhythmically to the song, wild arms and legs even some jumps and twirls. âI am the voice of the past that will always beâ As you left the slightly stunned and sweating red headed boy where you had dragged him from, you set your eyes on a pretty woman in a wheelchair and made your way towards her. âFilled with my sorrow and blood in my fieldsâ You held out your hands towards her and although she seemed hesitant, the man next to her â whom you assumed to be her fatherâ ushered her chair forward, she looked at him upset he had moved her without her permission but you took the opportunity to enchant the wheels and hold her hands in yours, which made her immediately look at you with a soft blush. âI am the voice of the futureâ You smiled at her as you brought her with you, the enchanted wheels made it like she was gliding. âBring me your peaceâ She smiled brightly at you as she noticed how her chair moved with ease, and as she swerved to twirl you followed her, both of you twirling, hands above your heads.âBring me your peace and my wounds, they will healâ. Her genuine laugh made your nerves calm as you two were once again eye to eye. âI am the voice in the wind and the pouring rainâ You both kept gliding across the crowd, almost like flying, both happily smiling, every once in a while you would twirl around, finding the hand of the other almost immediately. âI am the voice of your hunger and painâ As you both settled in place, once again next to her father, you bowed sillily and smiled at her in good bye as you made the way back towards Morrible and the stage. Not noticing how the woman held out her hand to try and stop you. âI am the voice that always is calling youâŠI am the voiceâ Your voice boomed as the music bloomed, âI am the voice in the past that will always beâŠI am the voice of your hunger and painâ You bowed low, your dress spilling like fresh snow around you, sparkling in the sun. â I am the voice of the futureâŠI am the voiceâŠI am the voiceâ You sang as flowers began blooming all around you rapidly, âI am the voiceâŠI am the voice!!!â, and as you sang the last notes, tulips began raining from the sky, pooling around you. As the band finished the last chords, you looked up at the crowd of people, all stunned, awed as they broke the silence with loud cheers and applause.
Exhausted but fulfilled, you looked towards Madam Morrible who was smiling at you with pride in her eyes as she applauded as well and you felt the heavy weight that weightened your shoulders lift in relief.
As she took a small break, gracefully sitting in a colorful bench by the square where the citizens of Munchkinland kept buzzing with joy, Boq, the red haired munchkin boy was the first to reach you, as he all but sprinted in your direction. He pushed through the crowd, hat clutched to his chest, breathless with nerves twisting his stomach and joy buzzing through him like electricity.
âYouâyouâre real,â he blurted out, then flushed a violent crimson. âI meanâof course you are. I justâthank you!!.â
You blinked, caught by surprise by the boy you had danced with. âFor what?â You smiled kindly albeit confused.
âFor being good,â Boq said earnestly, as if this were a rare and difficult thing to find in Oz.
You laughedâa small, startled but sweet sound that settled like balm on Boqâs nerves. â But I havenât done anything yet.â
Boq shook his head. âYou showed upâŠThat is more than enough.â He smiled shyly as you returned his smile, he heard more steps approaching as you got up from the bench and saw how you were almost the same height. âWe'd make a cute couple...â He thought to himself, then became beet red and as if startled and nervous he bowed too deeply and tripped in his efforts to run away from your disarming gaze. You caught his arm as he tripped without thinking , holding him up before he could fall onto the floor.
âCareful,â you said, smiling half amused and half concerned and Boq forgot how to breathe.
The sounds of feet grew louder as the young woman in a wheelchair was being guided forward by her father, who looked possibly delighted. Her posture was proud, eyes sharp and searching. Her dress was modest but deliberate, her expression wary rather than awed.
And as the red-headed munchkin boy apologized before running away in shame, Nessarose ushed her father away before her gaze fixed itself in your eyes, her dark gaze practically studied you before her lips settled in a small smile.
âYou fell from the sky,â Nessarose said plainly. âIs that true?â
You nodded, smiling back at her. âI did.â
âAnd youâre good?â She asked again, her eyes searching deep into yours as if she was looking for any hint of deceit.
You hesitated before answering honestly, âIâm trying to be.â At your honesty something in Nessaroseâs gaze softened.
Trying mattered.
âYou donât look like someone who would lie about that,â Nessarose said. âMay I come closer?â
You stepped forward immediately, kneeling so both of you were eye to eye.
âOf course.â Nessarose inhaled sharply at your proximity, at your gesture.
No one ever knelt.
You did not notice the way Nessaroseâs hands trembled as she reached out and touched the hem of your dressâjust to be sure this was real, that the feeling of flying and gliding had been real. Then the air shifted, temperature dropping, almost imperceptibly as someone at the back of the crowd muttered âGreen!â, a child began crying.
Elphaba stood apart from the celebration, arms folded, black dress stark against the color of Munchkinland. Her eyes were sharp behind her round glasses, assessing, already suspicious of anything Oz adored so easily. She did not bow, did not clap either, just looked directly at you and her little sister.
You felt it immediatelyâlike pressure behind your eyes, like standing too close to a storm and feeling the energy it carried.
âYouâre not from here,â Elphaba said as she made her way next to her sister, most probably following her fatherâs orders about protecting Nessa.
âNo,â You replied softly. âBut so far, I really like it.â
Elphaba snorted. âThat wonât last. Oz doesn't take well to strange.â
â Elphaba!!â Nessa angrily said, both mad that her sister had interrupted your conversation and that she was being so rude. But you smiledânot dismissively, but with kind curiosity, and that set Nessaâs nerves a little bit.
âWill you tell me why?â
Elphaba faltered, slightly.
No one ever asked her that.
Madame Morrible watched from the stage, eyes narrowed, mind planing.
Boq clung to the edge of the crowd, already orbiting, while Nessarose held to your attention like a lifeline, Elphaba stood at a distance, away from the center where you were, magic coiling in response.
Three threads and all tightening around the same chess piece.
In the back of his throne room the Wizard leaned back, satisfied as he had seen the full event on his millions of screens.
âItâs working,â he murmured in awe.
You stood at the center of Munchkinland, surrounded by devotion you did not yet understand, smiling at people who already loved you too much. Shaking hands and making small conversation with Governor Thropp under the watchful eye of his youngest daughter. Above you, the sky was impossibly blue and below your feet, Oz shiftedâever so slightlyâto make room for more.
After talking with Governor Thropp about Munchkinland politics and the casual passerby who came to say hello or just witness The Good Witch of Oz, you felt like your head dress was tightening around your brown, your dress suddenly tighter and heavier.
âIâm sorry, I⊠I need a moment, excuse meâ You smiled at the Governor, leaving him mid-sentence as you made your way as far as you could from the noise, as your back turned Nessa sent a glare towards her father, who quickly tried to appease her.
The music faded the farther you walked from the square. You hadnât meant to leave the governor mid-sentence ( you hoped he wouldnât complain to Morrible or youâd be up to a ride full of silent treatment), you didnât even mean to escapeâonly breathe. The cheers still rang too loud, too brightly in your ears, the title still felt too large on your shoulders. You pressed your palms together, grounding yourself in the quiet tulip garden path curling away from Munchkinland.
âAre you all right?â Someone asked cautiously.
You turned and found the same woman from before, the one with dark clothing and deep green skin, Elphaba if you recall correctly, stood a few steps away, posture stiff with the practiced alertness of someone used to being misunderstood. Up close, she seemed less intimidating than beforeâmore earnest than severe.
âYes,â You said honestly. âJust overwhelmed.â
Elphaba nodded. âThat makes sense.â
They stood in silence for a moment before Elphaba spoke again, slower, softer this time.
âYouâre very lucky.â
You blinked, surprised. âLucky?â
âThe Wizard doesnât take interest in just anyone,â Elphaba said. There was something reverent in her voiceâ something that seemed like carefully restrained awe. âIf he chose you, it means you matter.â
You considered that for a moment, your eyes meet Elphabaâs dark ones. âHeâs been very kind to me.â
Elphaba smiled faintly. âHeâs trying to help Oz. He always is.â
That was surprising. âYou sound like you admire him.â Your smile curled softer.
Elphaba hesitated, then squared her shoulders. âI do. I think⊠I think people forget how hard it is to keep things good. Someone has to make difficult choices.â You studied her with curiosity rather than judgment and smiled when you found her earnestness.
âYou donât sound naĂŻve,â you said, walking closer to her. âYou sound hopeful.â
Elphaba exhaled a breath she hadnât noticed she was holding. âI am... Or, at least Iâm trying to be.â
You felt the strange pull againâthe hum beneath the air when Elphaba focused, not threatening but attentive.
âYou feel⊠different,â Elphaba said suddenly, frowningânot in accusation but wonder. âMagic doesnât react to you the way it does to others.â
You laughed softly, your shoulders shaking with your laughter. âIâve never been very magical, thatâs just new development.â
Elphaba shook her head but the smile in her lips matched yours. âThatâs not what I meant.â She took a step closer, curiosity overtaking caution. âYou make things settle,â Elphaba continued. âThat's rare.â
You smirked deviously at her, eyebrows raised. âIâve always thought calm was overrated.â
Elphaba smiled back, shy. âI think Oz could use more of that.â Though before Elphaba could say more, a familiar voice cut in, gentle, composed.
âElphaba.â
The both of you turned together.
Nessarose was there, hands folded neatly in her lap, watching both of you with a look that was soft and sharp all at once.
âThere you are,â Nessarose said. âI wondered where youâd gone.â
Elphaba stiffened, slightly surprised by her sisterâs strange behaviour. âI was just talking with our Good witch.â
âSo I see,â Nessarose replied lightly, eyes already on you, gaze lingeringânot rudely, but intentional all the same.
âI wanted to thank you again,â Nessarose said. âFor taking me out to dance⊠for kneeling earlier. People rarely remember to meet others where they are.â
You flushed a soft red. âIt felt natural.â
Nessarose smiled, and Elphaba noticed itâthe way Nessaroseâs attention settled, the way you responded instinctively, turning toward her, how her sister seemed happy to have your attention.
âYouâre very considerate,â Nessarose continued. âOz will adore you.â
Elphaba frowned faintly. âNessaââ
âI mean that as a good thing,â Nessarose said calmly, then turned back to you. âIâll be attending Shiz soon. Perhaps weâll see more of each other?"
âI hope so,â you said without hesitation although you had no idea of what âShizâ was but the word seemed familiar enough, like you swore that Oscar and Morrible had mentioned it once or twice. "I hope we can be friends", you smiled honestly.
Elphabaâs chest warmed at that as Nessa quickly agreed. âShiz is where real change begins,â Elphaba added eagerly. âWhere you learn how to help people properly.â
Nessarose placed her hand over Elphabaâs armâgentle. âAnd where people learn who they can rely on,â she added softly.
Elphaba fell quiet before taking a deep breath and biting back her nerves, âWhatâs your name?â She asked, âYour real nameâ she added as she felt Nessaâs and your gazes on her.
âMy name?â You smiled sweetly. â My name is (Y/n), (Y/n) Gale.â The Thropp sisters smiled, and as Nessa offered to walk you back to the square, Elphaba stood back, mumbling your name to herself as it felt like honey on her lips.
She saw both you and her sister preparing to leave, Elphaba glanced back at you.
âThank you,â she said awkwardly. âFor listening.â
You turned, meeting her dark eyes with your (e/c) ones, and smiled. âAnytime,â you winked at her. "That's what friends are for."
Elphaba blushed a dark flush, repeating the word 'friends' over and over inside her head. She had never had friends, just Dulcibear and Nessa. She smiled softly, her heart warming at the thought of you being her first friend. Elphaba walked away lighter than sheâd felt in a long long while, meanwhile Nessarose walked away certain.
Because hope was a dangerous thing.
And youâkind, grounding, endlessly attentive (y/n)âwere already becoming something Nessarose would not let go of.
After saying goodbye âmore like a âSee you soonââ to Nessa, you were walking the edge of Munchkinland, the celebration thinning into dismantled garlands and tired laughter, Morribleâs team were packing everything to go back to the Emerald city when you heard someone muttering furiously to himself behind a stack of overturned crates.
âNo, noâtoo late, too stupidââ
âAre you all right?â Your head peeked from behind the crate and Boq yelped.
He spun around so fast he nearly knocked over the crates, hat slipping sideways in his unruly red curls as he stared at you like youâd appeared out of his thoughts rather than the path.
âOh! IâGood WitchâI meanâMissââ
âYou donât have to call me that,â you said quickly. âI told you my name, earlier. Besides you didnât before.â
His ears turned red. âRight. Yes. I justâsorry.â
You smiled, easing yourself onto the edge of one of the crates, silver dress pooling around you. âWhatâs wrong?â
Boq hesitated, then shrugged, the gesture too big for his narrow shoulders.
âTheyâre taking everything down already,â he said. âIt feels like if I donât say things right away, they disappear.â
You tilted your head curiously. âWhat things?â
Boq swallowed.
âThat it mattered. Today. You being here.â Your expression softened as Boqâs cheeks bloomed a deep red. âIt mattered to me.â
You looked at him with a soft gaze, your hands held his as you looked up at him. â Then Iâm glad I cameâ
âI heard youâre leaving,â Boq said quickly, before his courage could evaporate. âBack to the Emerald City.â He sat down next to you, with an appropiate distance between him and you.
âYes,â you replied. âThe Wizard wants to introduce me properly. To all Oz.â
Boq nodded too hard, too fast. âOf course!! That makes sense. You belong somewhere bigger.â
At that you frowned softly. âI donât know if I belong anywhere yet.â
He laughed, a brittle little thing. âEveryone belongs somewhere.â
You studied him for a moment, then reached outâgently straightening his crooked hat, hand brushing some of his curls into place and Boq went very still and very red.
âYou were very brave today,â you said. âComing up to me like that.â
âI wasnât brave,â he blurted. âI was terrified. I almost burst into tears.â
âThatâs what bravery usually feels like, Boq.â He stared at you like you had handed him the moon and stars, a small smile on his lips as his ears burned red.
âI donât suppose,â Boq began, then stopped, then started again. âI donât suppose youâll remember me⊠After everything.â
Your brow creased in surprise. âWhy wouldnât I?â
âThere will be so many people,â he blurted out, as if it was obvious. âImportant ones.â
You smiled softly. âBoq, you were the first person to speak to me as a person. Not a symbol.â
His breath hitched.
âThat doesnât disappear,â you added, then reached into your hair, undoing a hairpin you though was too much, and pressed a silk ribbon into his palmâ silver, with embroidered crystals and pearls. faint blue thread woven through it, stiching a starry sky.
âI wore this today,â you said. âIf you ever feel like things are getting too loud⊠hold onto it.â
Boq closed his fingers around it like a vow. âI will,â he said. âI wonât forget you.â
As you stood up from the crate, you smiled âNeither will I.â Then you hesitated, but ended up leaning forward and kissing his cheekâquick, warm but above all sincere.
A thank-you.
But Boq felt it like a brand, forever claiming him yours.
As you walked away towards Morrible who seemed to be waiting, he stayed exactly where he was. He didnât follow as his heart screamed, he didnât call out as his throat wanted. He simply stood there, ribbon clutched to his chest, heart pounding with a hope that had no language yetâonly shape. âShe noticed meâ, he thought with the silliest smile on his red face. And as the green banners of Oz rose in the distance, Boq smiled faintly to himself and whispered the lie he would spend years trying to make true: âSheâll come back.â
The green bullet train waited like a promise that hummed.
Steam curled around its polished sides, emerald light glinting off brass rails as you stood on the platform, hands folded tightly at your waist. The crowd had thinned, but not disappeared. They never did now, wherever she went, Oz leaned closer.
Boq was thereâjust at the edge of the small crowd. He didnât wave. He only watched, ribbon tucked safely into his vest, eyes memorizing the way the light touched your hair. When you turned and smiledâbrief, searchingâhis chest tightened as his thoughts raved âSheâs looking for meâ, he told himself and as he caugh your eye, he waved clumsily.
Then the whistle blew, and the man called for all passengers aboard.
Nessarose clutched her chair, knuckles white as she stood next to her father and her half-sister.
âShe doesnât belong to him,â she whispered to Elphaba, though her eyes never left your silver form. âTheyâve already started saying it... That sheâs his.â
Elphaba frowned, confused.
âThe Wizard is good,â she said, the words rehearsed, cherished. âIf heâs chosen her, it meansââ
âIt means he saw her first,â Nessarose replied sharp, like a knife through butter.
You approached the Thropp family, shaking their fatherâs hand, then leaned down, kneeling before Nessa and taking her hands without hesitation.
âWe'll see eachother again,â you promised. âAt Shiz. I wonât disappear.â
Nessarose smiled sweetly, cheeks rosy. Inside, something coiled and decided: I will make sure of it.
Elphaba stood apart, green skin vivid against the platformâs stone.
âYouâll like Oz, especially the Emerald City,â she said earnestly. âThe Wizard listens. He really listens. If anyone can help Oz be betterâitâs him.â
You searched her face as your hands held hers. âYou believe in him.â
Elphaba nodded, flustered as her hands held yours. âWith everything I have.â then you squeezed her hand.
âThen Iâll believe too.â You smiled, "For both of us."
Elphaba watched you board the train, heart lifting with pride and something sharperâsomething like fear that had no name yet.
Sheâll make him see what I see, Elphaba thought. Sheâll make him good...
The train surged forward, green blurring into motion.
Inside you took a seat by the window, pressing your palm to the glass as Munchkinland slipped away. Then you felt the pullânot magic, not exactlyâmore like gravity rearranging itself around.
Oz was calling.
The Wizard stood alone. Below him, the Emerald City shimmeredâgears turning, lights aligning, banners unfurling with exquisite timing. Morrible had done well, the city was ready.
She is ready, he corrected himself, as he adjusted his gold cuffs, breathing slowly.
âWeâre on schedule,â Morrible had said earlier. âThe people are eager. Theyâre already calling her yours.â
The Wizard smiled thinly. âNo. I am hers.â
Morrible had arched a brow. âCareful.â
âShe fell from the sky,â he continued, almost reverent. âDo you know what Oz does when it sees a miracle? It kneels. And when Oz kneels, it wants a hand to hold.â
He turned to the mirror, not to admire himself, âwell kindaâ but to practice absence. Humility. Wonder.
âI wonât cage her,â he said. âIâll frame her.â
Morribleâs lips curved. âAnd if she resists?â
âShe wonât,â he replied softly. âIâll give her purpose. Applause. A place where her kindness becomes law.â He paused. âAnd if she ever tries to leave,â he added, voice barely above a whisper, âsheâll have to tear Oz apart to do it.â
The Emerald City rose like a jewel forced out of the earth, and although technically you had been living there, you had never truly seen it. So you experienced the wonder of seeing itâs green marble shine from the trainâs windows, their banners unfurling. Including a new blue one, where you could distinguish yourself, in your silver gown and head dress, in bold silver letters it said âTHE GOOD WITCH OF OZâ. As the train slowed, the music outside the station swelledâcarefully timed, perfectly placed. And as you stepped onto the platform, the crowd erupted, chanting your name though you had never told it to them properly.
Flowers rained down as more banners unfurled: WELCOME HOME, GOOD WITCH.
Your breath caught in your throat and somewhere deep inside, a small voice whispered: This is too fast.
But then the Wizard appearedâhands open, smile gentle, warm eyes bright with something that looked dangerously like relief. âWelcome home,â he said, holding your hand to his lips, kissing it sweetly. You smiled back at him and Oz exhaledâsatisfiedâŠÂ
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