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Fiyero gives his ultimatum in case the guards refuse to release Elphaba, “Or else explain to all Oz how the Wizard’s guards watched while Glinda the Good was slain.”
His words are underscored by his gun swiveling towards her. Glinda’s eyes turn towards him in disbelief, she feels like the world has been thrown off-kilter. Rationally, she can understand why he would threaten her life. It is a way to make the guards listen to his demands. But there is not a singular bone in her body that can think rationally when Glinda feels like she has been punched in the chest.
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Glinda’s thoughts during the scene where Fiyero holds her at gunpoint. Exploring her feelings of recognition of their shared love for Elphaba.Series
- Part 9 of think of what we could do, together
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15 Feb 2026
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There it was at once—the power, that indescribable quality that drew Galinda to her and repelled her at once, repelled her because it spoke to her of things she did not want to face in herself.
Elphaba was beautiful, and Galinda told her so, and then, in a sudden ecstasy of tenderness, she leaned forward and kissed her cheek, and then, just to see what it would feel like, kissed her mouth.
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15 Feb 2026
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As you know, I have taken up painting. I'm finally on good terms with the watercolors you gifted me—they're finicky and particular and opinionated—but they're beautiful too. Almost as beautiful as you.
This gift is just as much mine as is it yours, I guess, because I got to spend many hours looking at you as I put it together. Elphaba Thropp, you are my muse ♡
Eternally yours,
Glinda
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a Valentines Day fic, featuring love letters and Glinda's post-wfg hobbies.
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15 Feb 2026
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"Elphaba Thropp, you were loved,” she whispers. “You were loved by me. So much."
Post-melting, Glinda confesses all the things she couldn’t while Elphaba was alive. Only Elphaba is alive, hidden beneath the trapdoor. And she can hear every word.
Or: an alternate ending for Wicked: For good
Or: Elphaba actually follows her own advice from There’s No Place Like Home.-
"I have always too afraid to be myself," Glinda says, "to take chances, to stand up for what I believe in. I don’t even know what I believe in. I don’t even know where to begin."
A long silence.
"No, that’s not true,” she adds, her voice thin. “I do know what I believe in, Elphie. I believe in you."- Language:
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15 Feb 2026
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“It’s a new look for you, sure,” she said, trying to collect her thoughts, which did not seem to want to be collected. “But not bad at all—I like it.”
Like was too mild a word. She felt suddenly shy around Glinda in a way she had not felt in a long time. The trousers made Glinda move differently. She seemed both more languid and more direct, more possessed of herself. In the past, it had always been Glinda who had giggled and blushed around her, but Elphaba had the strangest feeling that might be about to change.
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12 Feb 2026