#glinda: yeah I think so! I feel like she’d be super sweet with them :)

[gliyerabaa]

13

13. “I thought you were dead”

haha time for the angst train.., post-musical, like 10 years after the musical…… this got really dark really fast uhhh sorry 

ps. drunk glinda swears a lot so if that’s something that bugs you, then.., keep scrolling

tw: heavily implied alcoholism, swearing, pretty blatant sexual references (no explicit content)

disclaimer: alcoholism is bad, this is not an attempt to glorify or romanticize it in any way. if you or someone you know has an alcohol problem, seek help or help them seek help.

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It had been ten years since the departure of the Wizard, ten years since Glinda became the Good Witch of Oz, ten years of re-structuring the government, ten years of political and social reforms…

Ten years of distracting herself…

Glinda sighed as she kicked off her heels and flopped onto her bed, still wearing the elegant dress she had worn to all of the half-dozen parties, festivals, and commemorations she had been to over the course of the day.

She laughed to herself, thinking back to her college days. Wearing the same dress to different events would have been a nightmare scenario back then.

But a simple fashion faux pas was nothing compared to how perfectly awful her life was now.

Overall, things were going amazing. She had helped set up a more or less functioning parliamentary system of government, removing some of the responsibility of decision making from her shoulders. Animals were slowly but surely making progress towards equality: any Animals that had been captured and silenced were rehabilitated and given speech therapy, including Dr. Dillamond. In the most recent elections, Animals had won 6 out of 100 seats in Parliament, so things were definitely improving.

Although Glinda’s professional life was amazing, the same could not be said about her personal life.

It had been ten years since everything changed. Ten years since everyone she had known through college and beyond had either been imprisoned, died, or otherwise grown distant. 

Ten years of unbelievable loneliness.

Ten years since a hug- a real hug that actually meant something.

Ten years since the last time anyone truly cared about her.

It had been ten years- she glanced at the clock- ten years down to the minute, since Elphaba had died.

Tears began to fall, a rather common occurrence in the past decade. Usually she would try to hide it, she would try to be strong. But today was different, today, she decided, she would just let it happen. 

Glinda had discovered early on in this new, lonely chapter of her life that drinking helped ease the pain of the soul-crushing despair and hopelessness she so often felt. She didn’t drink that often, but when she did, she made a point of drinking enough to forget everything, even if only for a few hours.

She knew she had a problem, but it’s not like anyone was close enough to her to feel the need to stop her. And besides, today was a special occasion. Ten whole years of being completely and utterly alone deserved a night of sitting by herself in her unnecessarily extravagant bedroom, drinking whatever alcohol she happened to have on hand, didn’t it?

She grabbed the first bottle she could find- she didn’t fucking care what it was- and sat on the floor, slumped against the wall, only her booze and her thoughts to keep her company.

She had everything she’d dreamed of as a kid: popularity on the national scale, unimaginable amounts of wealth, and…. that was it. She’d achieved her life’s dreams, and yet she was still miserable.

Miserable. One bottle.

Absolutely miserable. Two.

“Miss Glinda?” A voice, one of her chambermaids, called from outside the room.

Glinda stood up, took another swig from her third bottle of whatever the fuck she was drinking, and opened the door. “What?”

The young woman who was at the door seemed taken aback by her superior’s disheveled appearance. “Your Goodness, have you been drinking again?”

“Only a little. It’s been a long ten years. Why are you here?”

“You have a visitor. Someone in a dark cloak, who refuses to reveal their identity.”

“Send them to me, please.”

“Are you sure? You want me to send a cloaked stranger to your chambers?”

“Yes.”

Glinda didn’t particularly care anymore. If this stranger was an assassin and she was going to die tonight, then so be it.

In no time at all, a shadowy figure stood in her room.

“Who are you? Why are you here?” Glinda tried her best to sound sober.

“Glinda,”

That voice, sweet Lurline, that voice…

The stranger lowered their hood, and sure enough, it was her. No one else in all of Oz had that same distinctive green skin, raven black hair, and silky voice.

“Elphaba Thropp,” Glinda closed the gap between them, and slapped her long- lost friend directly across the face.

“Woah, that’s not exactly the greeting I was expecting.” Elphaba groaned as she raised a hand to cup her stinging face.

“It has been ten fucking years, Elphaba.”

“Aren’t you happy to see me, though?”

“Of course I am, but I’m also furious, absolutely furious.” 

Glinda was crying. She’s not quite sure when that started.

“I thought you were dead, Elphie. It’s been ten years, and it never once occured to you to tell me that you were alive?”

“It’s a long story-”

“Oh, I’m sure it is!” Glinda wiped the tears from her face with her arm. “Do you see what you’ve fucking done to me?” She held up the half empty bottle in her hand and gestured to the two she had already finished, “I’ve been so unimagineably empty without you that I try to drink away the pain, and I tell myself it helps but it really doesn’t” Glinda choked out a sob, “Instead of just being lonely, I’m piss drunk and lonely, which is probably worse.”

“Hey,” Elphaba carefully pulled Glinda into her strong arms for her first hug in ten years. “I’m here now. I’m sorry I couldn’t come back sooner, that’s a story for when you’re sober.”

“Yeah… you’re right.” Glinda shifted as she settled into her lover’s arms. “I love you, Elphie. And I missed you, a lot. No one’s hugged me like this in ten years.”

“Hmm,” Elphaba took the bottle from Glinda and finished it off, “I’d bet no one’s kissed you in ten years either?”

“Not the way you do, love.” Glinda practically melted as Elphaba’s lips brushed across the side of her neck. 

“You know,” Glinda hummed, “No one’s fucked me senseless in ten years either.”

“Language, Miss Glinda,” Elphaba smirked as she reached for the lacing of Glinda’s dress.

“Oh, shut up and kiss me, you wicked thing,”

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(and then they have super steamy drunk make-up sex that I don’t have the guts or the -ahem- experience  or the motivation to write)

thanks for reading sorry it got so dark and angsty also a lot of this feels out of character until you remember that Glinda has been depressed and on the verge of alcoholism for ten years so that’s my justification for Glinda being so.., out of it. 

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