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Title: Elphaba Thropp's Dirty Letter
Author: phyrablaze
Verse: AU; some musicalverse, some bookverse
Pairing: Glinda/Elphaba
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: strong, vulgar language; "minor" character death
Disclaimer: I don't own anything Wicked, nor did I have anything to do with James Joyce's letters! The combined universe described below, though, is of my own creation.
Author's Note: the letter itself was not only inspired by, but is indeed a total ripoff parody exploitation of one of James Joyce's naughty letters.
which brings me to this! if anyone here has not yet stumbled across the (obscenely dirty) letters of James Joyce to his wife Nora Barnacle, over a several-month expedition away from her, you should go to the following web address (unless you are easily flustered):
http://johnhamilton.us/2/jamesjoyceletters.htm
This is my first fic posted here...
Also, my first Gelphie fic in any form (that i've published anywhere, at least). be gentle? but concrit's great.
This is a combination musicalverse/bookverse AU where after the run-in with the Wizard (musicalverse-style) Elphaba left, joined by Fiyero, and (as per bookverse) Glinda marries Sir Chuffery just a few years down the line. The two pairs manage to later find each other, and after realizing their different paths were still on the road towards making the same gains, keep in touch.
Some years down the line, Elphaba and Fiyero come back with exiled Animals, political would-be prisoners, and many others discontent with the Wizard's rule; and, with help from Glinda, Sir Chuffery and their many social and political connections, manage to overthrow the Wizard's government. All knew there would be in danger in their plans, especially upon learning the Wizard had found another witch to replace Elphaba for his magical manipulations, but none foresaw the lives of both Sir Chuffery and Fiyero occupying the lists of those named as lost during the battles and skirmishes in the Emerald City over the next few months.
Both Glinda and Elphaba throw themselves into the rest of the coup d'etat and the work needed in reorganizing some of the political and social systems and mainstays in Oz, both to help the country have traditions to rebuild and to keep themselves from falling apart.
After a few years of mild reorienting turmoil throughout Oz, especially in the Emerald City itself (where some Wizard sympathizers still lurk), the political system finally begins to fall back into the ways it had thrived under the Ozma Regent, but under a new ruler both Glinda and Elphaba (and Fiyero, before his fall) remember from Shiz: the "Cowardly" Lion. He'd worked with Fiyero and Elphaba in their years in exile and overcome his childhood fears to fight the man oppressing his People, all the many Peoples of Oz.
The reorienting years throughout Oz not only happened to the country, but inside the household of Glinda and Elphaba as well. They'd already taken to living together as a foursome, and while the men being gone was hard on them both, it was still relatively easy to fall back into the happier days they'd had at Shiz... along with remember the few naughty ones they'd had along the way to meet the Wizard, so long ago.
With the tormenter finally gone, and the men they'd clung to for support and companionship (and in their own way, love) during the planning years also gone, after the country begins to settle... Elphaba has time to think.
One year, on a trip made down the refurbished Yellow Brick Road to visit the Lion of Oz (for both political and friendly reasons), Elphaba thinks back to what had been perhaps starting between her and her lifelong friend the first time she made this trip, on the way to that life-changing meet with the Wizard.
Over the years, she has learned to be very blunt when needed, especially from working with exiled Animals and rallied farmworkers and other discontents... and she decides to be very blunt in a letter back to her housemate, co-conspirator, and best friend Glinda about what exactly she has finally had time to think about the past few years.
To GLINDA
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……., you once again seem to turn me into a beast. It was you yourself, you naughty shameless girl who first led the way. It was not I who first touched you long ago down along the road to the Emerald City. It was you who slid your hand up inside my dress and pulled my blouse softly aside and touched my green center with your long porcelain fingers and gradually filled it all, hot and wet as it was, with your hand and fucked me slowly until I came off through your fingers, all the time bending over me and gazing at me out of your quiet saintlike eyes. It was your lips too which first uttered an obscene word. I remember well that night in bed off the Yellow Brick Road that I now travel back along.
Tired of lying under me one night you tore off your chemise violently and got on top of me to ride me naked. You stuck my fingers into your cunt and began to ride me up and down. Perhaps the digits I have were not big enough for you for I remember that you bent down to my face and murmured tenderly "Fuck up, love! Fuck up, love!"
Glinda, my sweet, I am dying all day to ask you one or two questions. Let me, my sweet, for I have told you everything I ever did and so I can ask you in turn. When that person (Sir Chuffery) whose heart stopped with the click of a revolver put his hand or hands under your skirts did he only tickle you outside or did he put his finger or fingers up into you? If he did, did they go up far enough to touch that little cock at the end of your cunt? Did he touch you behind? Was he a long time tickling you and did you come? Did he ask you to touch him and did you do so? If you did not touch him did he come against you and did you feel it?
Another question, Glinda. I know that I was the first woman that fucked you but did any man ever finger you before? Did that boy (Fiyero) who I was fond of ever do it? Tell me now, Glinda, truth for truth, honesty for honesty. When you were with him in the dark at night, before I was with him in the dark at night, did your fingers never, never unbutton his trousers and slip inside like mice? Did you ever jerk him, my sweet, tell me truly or anyone else? Did you never, never, never feel a man's prick or a woman's center in your fingers until you unbuttoned me? If you are not offended do not be afraid to tell me the truth. My sweet, my sweet... tonight I have such a wild lust for your body that if you were here beside me and even if you told me with your lips that half the redheaded louts in Gillikin had had a fuck at you before me I would still rush at you with desire.
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ELPHABA
for those of you curious about the unchanged letter from James Joyce to Nora, I've posted it below:
______________________________________________________________________________________
To NORA
Dublin 3 December 1909
……………………………….
……., you seem to turn me into a beast. It was you yourself, you naughty shameless girl who first led the way. It was not I who first touched you long ago down at Ringsend. It was you who slid your hand down down inside my trousers and pulled my shirt softly aside and touched my prick with your long tickling fingers and gradually took it all, fat and stiff as it was, into your hand and frigged me slowly until I came off through your fingers, all the time bending over me and gazing at me out of your quiet saintlike eyes. It was your lips too which first uttered an obscene word. I remember well that night in bed in Pola.
Tired of lying under a man one night you tore off your chemise violently and got on top of me to ride me naked. You stuck my prick into your cunt and began to ride me up and down. Perhaps the horn I had was not big enough for you for I remember that you bent down to me face and murmured tenderly "Fuck up, love! Fuck up, love!"
Nora dear, I am dying all day to ask you one or two questions. Let me, dear, for I have told you everything I ever did and so I can ask you in turn. When that person (Vincent Cosgrave) whose heart I long to stop with the click of a revolver put his hand or hands under your skirts did he only tickle you outside or did he put his finger or fingers up into you? If he did, did they go up far enough to touch that little cock at the end of your cunt? Did he touch you behind? Was he a long time tickling you and did you come? Did he ask you to touch him and did you do so? If you did not touch him did he come against you and did you feel it?
Another question, Nora. I know that I was the first man that blocked you but did any man ever frig you? Did that boy (Michael Bodkin) you were fond of ever do it? Tell me now, Nora, truth for truth, honesty for honesty. When you were with him in the dark at night did your fingers never, never unbutton his trousers and slip inside like mice? Did you ever frig him, dear, tell me truly or anyone else? Did you never, never, never feel a man's or a boy's prick in your fingers until you unbuttoned me? If you are not offended do not be afraid to tell me the truth. Darling, darling, tonight I have such a wild lust for your body that if you were here beside me and even if you told me with your lips that half the redheaded louts in the county Galway had had a fuck at you before me I would still rush at you with desire.
JIM
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Author: phyrablaze
Verse: AU; some musicalverse, some bookverse
Pairing: Glinda/Elphaba
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: strong, vulgar language; "minor" character death
Disclaimer: I don't own anything Wicked, nor did I have anything to do with James Joyce's letters! The combined universe described below, though, is of my own creation.
Author's Note: the letter itself was not only inspired by, but is indeed a total ripoff parody exploitation of one of James Joyce's naughty letters.
which brings me to this! if anyone here has not yet stumbled across the (obscenely dirty) letters of James Joyce to his wife Nora Barnacle, over a several-month expedition away from her, you should go to the following web address (unless you are easily flustered):
http://johnhamilton.us/2/jamesjoyceletters.htm
This is my first fic posted here...
Also, my first Gelphie fic in any form (that i've published anywhere, at least). be gentle? but concrit's great.
This is a combination musicalverse/bookverse AU where after the run-in with the Wizard (musicalverse-style) Elphaba left, joined by Fiyero, and (as per bookverse) Glinda marries Sir Chuffery just a few years down the line. The two pairs manage to later find each other, and after realizing their different paths were still on the road towards making the same gains, keep in touch.
Some years down the line, Elphaba and Fiyero come back with exiled Animals, political would-be prisoners, and many others discontent with the Wizard's rule; and, with help from Glinda, Sir Chuffery and their many social and political connections, manage to overthrow the Wizard's government. All knew there would be in danger in their plans, especially upon learning the Wizard had found another witch to replace Elphaba for his magical manipulations, but none foresaw the lives of both Sir Chuffery and Fiyero occupying the lists of those named as lost during the battles and skirmishes in the Emerald City over the next few months.
Both Glinda and Elphaba throw themselves into the rest of the coup d'etat and the work needed in reorganizing some of the political and social systems and mainstays in Oz, both to help the country have traditions to rebuild and to keep themselves from falling apart.
After a few years of mild reorienting turmoil throughout Oz, especially in the Emerald City itself (where some Wizard sympathizers still lurk), the political system finally begins to fall back into the ways it had thrived under the Ozma Regent, but under a new ruler both Glinda and Elphaba (and Fiyero, before his fall) remember from Shiz: the "Cowardly" Lion. He'd worked with Fiyero and Elphaba in their years in exile and overcome his childhood fears to fight the man oppressing his People, all the many Peoples of Oz.
The reorienting years throughout Oz not only happened to the country, but inside the household of Glinda and Elphaba as well. They'd already taken to living together as a foursome, and while the men being gone was hard on them both, it was still relatively easy to fall back into the happier days they'd had at Shiz... along with remember the few naughty ones they'd had along the way to meet the Wizard, so long ago.
With the tormenter finally gone, and the men they'd clung to for support and companionship (and in their own way, love) during the planning years also gone, after the country begins to settle... Elphaba has time to think.
One year, on a trip made down the refurbished Yellow Brick Road to visit the Lion of Oz (for both political and friendly reasons), Elphaba thinks back to what had been perhaps starting between her and her lifelong friend the first time she made this trip, on the way to that life-changing meet with the Wizard.
Over the years, she has learned to be very blunt when needed, especially from working with exiled Animals and rallied farmworkers and other discontents... and she decides to be very blunt in a letter back to her housemate, co-conspirator, and best friend Glinda about what exactly she has finally had time to think about the past few years.
To GLINDA
……………………………….
……., you once again seem to turn me into a beast. It was you yourself, you naughty shameless girl who first led the way. It was not I who first touched you long ago down along the road to the Emerald City. It was you who slid your hand up inside my dress and pulled my blouse softly aside and touched my green center with your long porcelain fingers and gradually filled it all, hot and wet as it was, with your hand and fucked me slowly until I came off through your fingers, all the time bending over me and gazing at me out of your quiet saintlike eyes. It was your lips too which first uttered an obscene word. I remember well that night in bed off the Yellow Brick Road that I now travel back along.
Tired of lying under me one night you tore off your chemise violently and got on top of me to ride me naked. You stuck my fingers into your cunt and began to ride me up and down. Perhaps the digits I have were not big enough for you for I remember that you bent down to my face and murmured tenderly "Fuck up, love! Fuck up, love!"
Glinda, my sweet, I am dying all day to ask you one or two questions. Let me, my sweet, for I have told you everything I ever did and so I can ask you in turn. When that person (Sir Chuffery) whose heart stopped with the click of a revolver put his hand or hands under your skirts did he only tickle you outside or did he put his finger or fingers up into you? If he did, did they go up far enough to touch that little cock at the end of your cunt? Did he touch you behind? Was he a long time tickling you and did you come? Did he ask you to touch him and did you do so? If you did not touch him did he come against you and did you feel it?
Another question, Glinda. I know that I was the first woman that fucked you but did any man ever finger you before? Did that boy (Fiyero) who I was fond of ever do it? Tell me now, Glinda, truth for truth, honesty for honesty. When you were with him in the dark at night, before I was with him in the dark at night, did your fingers never, never unbutton his trousers and slip inside like mice? Did you ever jerk him, my sweet, tell me truly or anyone else? Did you never, never, never feel a man's prick or a woman's center in your fingers until you unbuttoned me? If you are not offended do not be afraid to tell me the truth. My sweet, my sweet... tonight I have such a wild lust for your body that if you were here beside me and even if you told me with your lips that half the redheaded louts in Gillikin had had a fuck at you before me I would still rush at you with desire.
…………………………………………………….
ELPHABA
for those of you curious about the unchanged letter from James Joyce to Nora, I've posted it below:
______________________________________________________________________________________
To NORA
Dublin 3 December 1909
……………………………….
……., you seem to turn me into a beast. It was you yourself, you naughty shameless girl who first led the way. It was not I who first touched you long ago down at Ringsend. It was you who slid your hand down down inside my trousers and pulled my shirt softly aside and touched my prick with your long tickling fingers and gradually took it all, fat and stiff as it was, into your hand and frigged me slowly until I came off through your fingers, all the time bending over me and gazing at me out of your quiet saintlike eyes. It was your lips too which first uttered an obscene word. I remember well that night in bed in Pola.
Tired of lying under a man one night you tore off your chemise violently and got on top of me to ride me naked. You stuck my prick into your cunt and began to ride me up and down. Perhaps the horn I had was not big enough for you for I remember that you bent down to me face and murmured tenderly "Fuck up, love! Fuck up, love!"
Nora dear, I am dying all day to ask you one or two questions. Let me, dear, for I have told you everything I ever did and so I can ask you in turn. When that person (Vincent Cosgrave) whose heart I long to stop with the click of a revolver put his hand or hands under your skirts did he only tickle you outside or did he put his finger or fingers up into you? If he did, did they go up far enough to touch that little cock at the end of your cunt? Did he touch you behind? Was he a long time tickling you and did you come? Did he ask you to touch him and did you do so? If you did not touch him did he come against you and did you feel it?
Another question, Nora. I know that I was the first man that blocked you but did any man ever frig you? Did that boy (Michael Bodkin) you were fond of ever do it? Tell me now, Nora, truth for truth, honesty for honesty. When you were with him in the dark at night did your fingers never, never unbutton his trousers and slip inside like mice? Did you ever frig him, dear, tell me truly or anyone else? Did you never, never, never feel a man's or a boy's prick in your fingers until you unbuttoned me? If you are not offended do not be afraid to tell me the truth. Darling, darling, tonight I have such a wild lust for your body that if you were here beside me and even if you told me with your lips that half the redheaded louts in the county Galway had had a fuck at you before me I would still rush at you with desire.
JIM
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