#wicked fanfiction

[littlefabala]

I read "Forget me not", by Alysson Derrick, and now I just wanted a fanfic where Elphaba and Fyero have a romance (Shiz era), graduate, move in together, get engaged but she ends up having an accident and loses her memory and wakes up with only the memory of before all this and only remembers hating that spoiled prince from her college and now he has to win her back again

I SWEAR I HAVE THE WHOLE PLOT IN MY HEAD

#If you know any fic like that #please tell me #wicked #wicked fanfiction #fiyeraba #elphaba #fiyero #wicked the musical

[artsspangledpumpkin]

New Fic Alert!

False Start by starspangledpumpkin

Summary: Elphaba is trapped in a time loop.

Chapter One: The Switch AO3/FFN You run out of your charms by the time we get home and I ain’t got time, oh no, ain’t got time for this.

#wicked #wicked fanart #elphaba thropp #wicked the musical #fiyeraba #wicked fanfiction

[lillifaba]

My fanfic casting for Glinda's grandmother who gives her that hideotious hat would be Billie Burke (the original Glinda in the 1939 Wizard of Oz movie)

Like... c'mon. Older Billie Burke is perfect for that role~

#wicked #wicked musical #wicked the musical #galinda #galinda upland #glinda #glinda upland #glinda the good #glinda the good witch #wizard of oz #wizard of oz (1939) #broadway #wicked fanfiction

[wickedobsessed101]

When you have a new fic idea that's living as a headcanon, but you could actually make it fully work, but it's a Gelphie, and you'd have to break your decade-long streak of only writing Fiyeraba fics.

#sorry y'all it doesn't work as a Fiyeraba #i logically can't even fit Fiyero in #yikes what's happening to me XD #I’m actually loving this idea #wicked #wicked the musical #wicked fanfiction #fiyeraba #fanfiction #faesflower #gelphie #bookverse #elphaba #glinda

[thewickedworkingsofyouknowwho]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Wicked - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Elphaba Thropp/Galinda Upland Characters: Elphaba Thropp, Galinda Upland, Fiyero Tigelaar Additional Tags: Football/Popstar au, Alternate Universe - Football, Alternate Universe - Music, Some Plot, Mostly Smut Summary:

Football player Elphie/Popstar Glinda + the Super Bowl

#wicked #wicked the musical #gelphie #elphaba thropp #galinda upland #galinda x elphaba #wicked fanfic #wicked fanfiction

[not-quitenormal]

Title: The Hardest Part of Losing You, Chapter 11/?

Author: KirraWhiteTigress

Fic Rating: M

Fandom: Wicked

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Almost a year later. I've finally posted Chapter 11. Everyone go praise me in a review/comment.

Many thanks go to @toiletpotato for being my beta! Their advice was what helped me figure out an actual ending for this chapter lol. I'm so happy they could take time out of their busy schedule for this!

#wicked the musical #wicked fanfic #wicked fanfiction #glinda upland #max writes things sometimes

[itsniaeveryone]

Give the title of your next fic and describe it in three words. Then pass this on.

"More Than You Know"

Gelphie, Opera House, AU

#wicked fanfiction #gelphie #wicked the musical #elphaba thropp #glinda upland #AU #faesflower

[elphabaoftheopera]

Love, Fae & Yero: A Wicked Fanfiction

Summary: Elphaba had no friends. She didn't see The Ozian Pen Pal Program changing that any time soon. However, when she begins an unexpectedly profound correspondence with a match known only to her as Yero, she must make a choice. Is letting someone know the real you worth the risk...or is it safer to live your life anonymously? AU. Fiyeraba.

Read on Fanfiction and Ao3! 

Bonus: Check out the mood board for this story on Pinterest!

#love fae and yero #lfay #fiyeraba #wicked fanfiction #fiyeraba fanfiction #elphaba and fiyero #i've been so fixated on this for months it's crazy that i actually posted

[vinkunwildflowerqueenupdates]

Thank you to everyone who voted this year, and congratulotions to the other winners! Having Wicked back in the country has been a highlight of my year and this is the 🍒 on top.

I'm forever grateful for the things and people this show has brought into my life and the fact people are still interested in reading my writing after 13 years is really, really nice. 💚

#vinkunwildflowerqueen #wicked fanfiction

[vinkunwildflowerqueen]

To the green girl on platform 4 around 7.20 am (m4w, 27):

When my alarm went off this morning and I saw how dark it was, and heard on the radio that storms were forecast, it took all my willpower to get out of bed and not skip work. I'm glad I didn't now. The city always looks greener underneath the clouds, yet nothing shone brighter than you this morning.

A Fiyeraba epistolary-form meet-cute

#wicked fanfiction #vinkunwildflowerqueen #fiyeraba fanfiction #fiyeraba #wicked #meet cute #epistolary #missed connections

[just-some-guy-at-shiz]

“On the day before I met the Scarecrow,” Dorothy said, “I was invited to stay at the home of a Munchkin farmer named Boq and his family, and—“

“Boq?” both the Scarecrow and the Tin Man repeated in surprise, almost speaking in unison. They then turned to one another in confusion.

Dorothy was taken aback by this reaction. “Yes,” she continued. “He was very kind. He hosted a wonderful dinner, and an evening of dancing where I almost wore out my feet.” The girl giggled. “Of course, these lovely shoes are as pristine as ever. I suspect we’ll all wear out before they show even the slightest sign of age.”

Dorothy’s companions seemed oblivious to her attempt at humor. “Can you describe this Boq?” the Scarecrow asked curiously. The Tin Man stayed silent, watching for Dorothy’s response.

“Well, he was an older man,” Dorothy began, putting a finger to her lips as she recalled, “Grey haired and barrel-chested, always laughing good-naturedly. He reminded me of my Uncle Henry. Except that Uncle Henry is tall and thin, and doesn’t ever seem to smile at anything.” Dorothy frowned, realizing the fault in her comparison. “Well, they’ve both got gray hair, at the least. And I feel very safe and protected around the both of them, as I imagine one would with a father or mother. I was a bit sad to say goodbye.”

“He sounds wonderful,” the Scarecrow said, though there was a certain disappointment in his voice that did not match his words.

“He was,” Dorothy said, beaming, “I’m so happy to have met so many good people on my travels, even in such a short time.”

The Tin Man nodded absently, then spoke. “How are his children?”

“Oh, yes,” Dorothy said in surprise, “He does have several children. I played games with them after we ate, long into the evening. It was quite nice to be with other children, as I spend so much time back home with only Toto as my company.”

“Then his family is doing well?” The Tin Man pressed.

“Oh, certainly,” Dorothy confirmed with a nod, “They seemed as contented as a family could be, with all they desired from life. In fact, the family seemed to be rather wealthier than any other I had encountered—though of course they were generous with what they had, inviting many of their surrounding neighbors to join in on the celebration of their newly gained liberty.”

“They are well-off enough to send some of the younger children to college, perhaps?”

“You seem awfully concerned with the well-being of this Boq and his family,” the Scarecrow interjected, casting an inquiring look towards the Tin Man.

“I am Munchkin myself,” the Tin Man responded quickly, “I knew the family once, and I only wanted to be assured of their continued well-being, if such assurance was available.”

“How can you care for their well-being?” Dorothy asked plainly, “If you are without a heart, and therefore without compassion? I ask only because you yourself have told me of your inability to love.”

The Tin Man paused. “Call it simple curiosity. Nothing more important than that. Whether they prosper or suffer, it no longer has anything to do with me, and has not for some time.”

“Do you miss them at all?” Dorothy asked.

“Perhaps in another time, I might have,” the Tin Man mused, his voice measured. “I’m not sure that I can miss them at present.”

“Oh. Yes,” Dorothy said solemnly. “Well, perhaps once you have your heart, you can return and visit them. I’m sure they would be very glad to see you.”

“Would they?” The Tin Man asked quietly, more to himself than to his companions. He hesitated a moment, then shook his head. “I cannot visit them in this state. I am not myself.”

“Of course,” Dorothy smiled with understanding. “We must return to our quest, so that we all may receive that which makes us complete. Do you agree, Scarecrow?”

“Yes, of course,” the Scarecrow said without looking at Dorothy. His gaze was instead focused on the Tin Man with a concentration unexpected from one lacking a brain. The Tin Man glanced behind himself, then back at the Scarecrow’s steady stare, with slight unease.

“Are you all right?” Dorothy asked the Scarecrow, noticing the intensity in his expression.

“Oh yes, just trying to… figure it all out,” the Scarecrow murmured, pulling his eyes away from the somewhat bewildered Tin Man. “I haven’t got a brain, you know, you must be patient with me. It’s very difficult to understand things when you don’t know… things…”

“Do you think you’ve got it now?” Dorothy asked patiently.

“Oh yes,” the Scarecrow said, “I cannot be certain, of course… but I think some things are starting to make sense.”

#wicked #wicked musical #boq bfeeson #fiyero tiggular #dorothy gale #wicked fanfiction #?? #I guess #easy fix for the inconsistency: the guy is named after his father #Nooo but imagine #if this is canon #how scared Boq’s family must be for him #knowing he’s trapped in the same house as the borderline tyrant oppressing everyone #and unable to do anything about it #Maybe Boq did that thing where you pretend not to care about your family and cut ties with them in order to protect them #As you do

[come-see-our-show]

Question for people who write Wicked fanfiction:

If you prefer writing modern or non-magic AUs, how do you address Elphaba’s skin color? Do you leave it ambiguous? Give her non-green skin? I don’t read a lot of Wicked fanfics so I’m curious to see what the general consensus is.

#summer says stuff #wicked #wicked musical #wicked the musical #elphaba thropp #elphaba #wicked fanfiction

[artsspangledpumpkin]

I Can't Make You Love Me Ch. 3 AO3/FFN

"What's the matter with you?!" she shouted, storming up to the man and swinging at him. "Exchanging someone's life for a handful of trinkets? I am not a cow at market that can be bought or sold! You—"

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#wicked #wicked the musical #elphaba #fiyero tigelaar #fiyero tiggular #fiyeraba #wicked fanart #wicked fanfiction #elphaba thropp

[lillifaba]

Wicked fam, is Elphaba a vegan, vegetarian or pescatarian?

#I want to hear your interpretations #I usually write her as a pescatarian #idk haha #wicked #wicked musical #wicked the musical #wicked fanfiction #elphaba #elphaba thropp

[wickedobsessed101]

The Seventeenth Annual 'Wicked' Greg Awards

It's that time of year again! Every year, the 'Wicked' fanfiction community gathers together for the annual Greg Awards! Time to nominate and vote for your favorite 'Wicked' fanfiction authors and stories.

Only on FF.net

Nominations are due by November 20, 2023!

#wicked #wicked the musical #wicked fanfiction #fanfiction #fiyeraba #gelphie #elphaba thropp #glinda #faesflower #greg awards #fiyero tiggular #fiyero tigelaar #writer #awards

[victoriously-wicked]

Wishing Only Wounds the Heart…

I wrote this one shot within the last 24 hours (wow that’s impressive by my standards). I came up with the prompt myself. It’s from Glinda’s point of view. Anyways, hope you enjoy. PROMPT: HOW GLINDA IS COPING AFTER ELPHABA’S “DEATH”, AND HER PERSPECTIVE ON WHAT HAPPENED THE DAY SHE LOST HER BEST FRIEND.

A heaving sigh escaped my lungs as I entered the palace, returning from the most recent public gathering. The instant the doors closed behind me, I allowed my smile to drop, returning to my ever-persistent state of depression.

Keeping up the façade was a challenge at first, but over time, it had become somewhat of a reflex. No Ozian was ever to see how my mental state was slowly disintegrating with each passing moment. 

Showcasing the truth, my misery, would only evoke suspicion from the citizens therefore, whenever I find myself in the public eye, a plastic smile I weld unto my face.

It was best this way. It was safer too. But there was a time not so long ago, where these smiles weren’t so forced or disingenuous, where sadness was an emotion I hardly experienced.

My state of mind hadn’t begun to deteriorate until the depression took over. And the depression didn’t start until that fateful day, when everything I ever cared about was taken from me. 

What made things worse was that everything was all my fault. 

Sweet Oz, how I wish I could turn back the clock.

I wish I’d had the courage to disprove the rumours.

I wish I’d had the brains to take back my words prompting her sister’s death.

I wish I’d had the heart to stop the witch hunters.

I wish I’d never made that promise to her as not to clear her name. 

But most of all, I wish she was alive…

                                                           ~~~

The haunting silhouette of her shadow fades, and her cries subdue. A deafening silence washes over, and I hear only my own shuddering breaths against my palm.

Frozen, I find myself unable to move the trembling hand from my mouth, or wipe the tears rolling down my pale cheeks, until a sudden gust of cold wind blows through the castle, and shocks me out of my transfixed state. 

I stumble out from my hiding spot behind the drapes. 

“Elphie?” I brokenly whisper.

No response.

I feel my stomach drop as I reach out to pull open the curtain, longing for nothing more than to be met with the familiar green tint of her emerald skin.

The curtain opens, and there’s nothing.

The room is empty.

Through my tear-clouded vision, I notice a familiar object on the floor. It takes less than a moment to recognise what it is as I reach down, and gently pick it up.

The hideodeous hat. Her hat. 

“Oh, Elphie!” I sob, clutching the limp brown piece of cloth to my body, allowing myself to completely break down, finally accepting the events of which I had just unknowingly witnessed mere moments ago.

Elphie had been killed. 

She’s gone.

I’ll never get to see her again…

                                                         ~~~

“Miss Glinda?” came the voice of Chistery, flying overhead in the hallway before perching on the diamond-encrusted chandelier. 

It was seconds after Elphaba had parted for good that the two of us had formally met. Seeing his gentle soul, which he had no doubt mirrored from Elphie, I made it my goal to help him the way she had tried to. I’d taught him how to speak. The day he’d finally managed to form a complete sentence without fail, I knew Elphie was proud, despite not being there to witness it.

“Is something troubling you?” Chistery asked, flying down from the chandelier to the floor.

Chistery’s words brought myself back to reality, and I vigorously shook my head in an attempt to snap myself out of the memories from the dreaded day. 

Thankfully, Chistery was aware of my emotional struggles so understandably, hiding my sudden bout of tears from him was not a problem. Silently nodding at him, I wiped a fallen tear from my cheek and made my way to my room.

Despite its grandeur and spaciousness, I constantly felt confined within these bedroom walls. It simply didn’t compare to the coziness that had come with the previously shared dorm room with Elphie; one of the very few fond memories I still clutched onto.

After removing my tiara, wand, and ridding myself of the suffocating gown, my gaze wandered to my closet. I eyed the quoxwood doors and momentarily hesitated, before deciding to open them with a creak and reach in, pulling out the familiar cone-shaped object from the hidden depths of the wardrobe.

‘I thought you might wanna wear this hat to the party tonight!’

The words of my formerly happy younger self rang in my ears, as I brought the tattered thing to my chest. One of the last things I had left of her.

I couldn’t bring myself that day to simply leave it in Kiamo Ko. I had initially tried to, but doing so felt as though I was leaving a fragment of myself behind. And I was broken enough as it was.

It was the only thing that sparked a sense of comfort within me. The incredibly faint smell of her scented oils still lingered on the fabric. It felt familiar. It felt comforting.

As I did every single day, I clenched my eyes shut and sunk to the floor, rocking back and forth on my knees, with the hat pressed tightly against myself, my endless river of tears soaking the headpiece.

“Elphie please, I need you. I’m broken.” I weeped, gently stroking the matte material of the hat.

“I wish you would come back to me.” I whispered.

Almost instantaneously, a creak from a floorboard came from the other side of the door, followed by a barely audible knock. Snapping my head in the direction of the door, I let out a sharp breath and arose.

It couldn’t be…could it?

Slowly, I approached the doorway, the most minuscule smile twitching at the corners of my mouth, and turned the knob until it clicked. Trembling, I gently opened the door. 

“Miss Glinda, your presence is requested regarding a matter of dispute between the citizens.”

It was a guard.

My barely-visible smile dropped, and my heart somehow managed to sink even deeper than it already had.

I assume he noticed my switch in demeanour, for his emotionless face morphed into that of concern.

“Your Goodness? Are you alright?”

“I-I thought for a second that she was…” I had began to mumble, before letting a small sigh escape through my nose. Plastering on my false smile, I looked back at the guard.

“Of course. Tell them to expect me in a clock-tick.” I replied, nodding my head before closing the door.

After hearing his footsteps fade, I turned to rest my back against the door, and found myself sliding down the wood. It wasn’t until moments later that I even realised I was sobbing once again, hugging my knees as I sat, broken on the floor. 

Not all wishes come true, I suppose…

And SCENE! So yeah, did you find that sad? I thought I did a pretty terrible job at it. If you’re confused about what exactly happened, go to the replies section, I’ve written a ‘brief’ explanation.

#wicked #galinda upland #elphaba thropp #glinda x elphaba #gelphie #wicked musical #glinda upland #fiyero tigelaar #wicked fanfiction #oneshot #fanfiction #elphie #gelphie fanfic #fiyeraba #fanfiction prompts #I TRIED OKAY?!